had strolled over to me with his little gang of friends. They’d started teasing me about my pink bike, and then Wesley had pushed me off it. As I sat on the ground in tears, my elbows grazed and my shorts splattered in mud from a puddle I’d half-landed in, they’d all laughed uproariously at my embarrassment until Drew had shown up.
He’d been collecting tadpoles in the creek behind his house and must have heard me crying, and he’d torn across his yard and headed straight for us before shoving Wesley. Wesley hadn’t been expecting it, and he’d slipped over right into another puddle, much to the amusement of his so-called friends who had instantly started to mock him instead. Drew was half Wesley’s size, but he’d had no trouble standing up for me when I needed it the most. As if pushing Wesley hadn’t been enough, he’d then shouted at him for picking on a girl until he and his little gang took off on their own bikes.
“I just meant…you’re always here when I need you,” I said, unable to express everything I really meant. I’d figured he was incapable of changing back from the asshole I thought he’d become, but he’d proven me wrong. Maybe he was an asshole some of the time, but deep down, he was still the same old Andrew; the nice kid who’d always been there for me when I was scared and upset. When all the crap had happened with my Dad returning to haunt us, he’d stepped up and done everything he could to make me feel safe.
I didn’t just feel safe. I felt something else. A deep longing to touch him, hold him, kiss him the way I had that night in the woods. I’d tried to fight those feelings off, but that kiss had meant something whether or not I’d wanted to admit it.
And now I was admitting it.
He took a step closer. “Sophie…” he murmured, reaching out and tucking a loose strand of damp hair behind my ear.
Without warning, his lips were on mine. Shocked, I stood there and let him kiss me. It wasn’t rough or hard like the last time he’d kissed me. He simply pressed his lips close and gently touched them to mine.
His mouth was scorching against mine, and he reached out and placed a hand on my arm, gently stroking my skin. As soon as he touched me, I felt as if a thousand butterflies had taken flight in my stomach. He pulled away just as a soft moan escaped my mouth.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. You don’t need this right now,” he said, looking right in my eyes.
A thousand replies bubbled to my lips and died before I could get any of them out. The heat that radiated from his body warmed me up along with the fire in my belly that the touch of his lips on mine had kindled, and his hand on my arm sent sharp, tingling shivers down my spine. Being here with him now just felt so right. I’d tried to push my feelings for him down, right down where I couldn’t reach them, but now they were rushing back to my brain and making me mad with desire. I wanted him like crazy, and that fact was completely and utterly undeniable.
“No,” I finally said. “I do need this. I need you.”
I tilted my chin up and kissed him again, and his big hands coasted over my shoulders, stroking and caressing my smooth skin. I could feel the area between my legs getting wet with desire from his stroking fingers alone, and a soft groan of pleasure escaped my mouth as I pulled away.
“I want you,” I continued. “I want you now.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes.”
His eyes came alive with passion as I spoke, and he moved his lips to my neck. His hand moved under my towel and slid lower and lower, and then his fingers were gently stroking over my clit. A soft cry escaped my mouth as he massaged with expert precision, and my body shuddered in response. The rapidly approaching pleasure was already threatening to engulf me, and I gripped his strong shoulders to keep steady.
He pulled away all of a sudden, and I whimpered. “Don’t stop.”
“Come on,” he murmured,
He’d been collecting tadpoles in the creek behind his house and must have heard me crying, and he’d torn across his yard and headed straight for us before shoving Wesley. Wesley hadn’t been expecting it, and he’d slipped over right into another puddle, much to the amusement of his so-called friends who had instantly started to mock him instead. Drew was half Wesley’s size, but he’d had no trouble standing up for me when I needed it the most. As if pushing Wesley hadn’t been enough, he’d then shouted at him for picking on a girl until he and his little gang took off on their own bikes.
“I just meant…you’re always here when I need you,” I said, unable to express everything I really meant. I’d figured he was incapable of changing back from the asshole I thought he’d become, but he’d proven me wrong. Maybe he was an asshole some of the time, but deep down, he was still the same old Andrew; the nice kid who’d always been there for me when I was scared and upset. When all the crap had happened with my Dad returning to haunt us, he’d stepped up and done everything he could to make me feel safe.
I didn’t just feel safe. I felt something else. A deep longing to touch him, hold him, kiss him the way I had that night in the woods. I’d tried to fight those feelings off, but that kiss had meant something whether or not I’d wanted to admit it.
And now I was admitting it.
He took a step closer. “Sophie…” he murmured, reaching out and tucking a loose strand of damp hair behind my ear.
Without warning, his lips were on mine. Shocked, I stood there and let him kiss me. It wasn’t rough or hard like the last time he’d kissed me. He simply pressed his lips close and gently touched them to mine.
His mouth was scorching against mine, and he reached out and placed a hand on my arm, gently stroking my skin. As soon as he touched me, I felt as if a thousand butterflies had taken flight in my stomach. He pulled away just as a soft moan escaped my mouth.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. You don’t need this right now,” he said, looking right in my eyes.
A thousand replies bubbled to my lips and died before I could get any of them out. The heat that radiated from his body warmed me up along with the fire in my belly that the touch of his lips on mine had kindled, and his hand on my arm sent sharp, tingling shivers down my spine. Being here with him now just felt so right. I’d tried to push my feelings for him down, right down where I couldn’t reach them, but now they were rushing back to my brain and making me mad with desire. I wanted him like crazy, and that fact was completely and utterly undeniable.
“No,” I finally said. “I do need this. I need you.”
I tilted my chin up and kissed him again, and his big hands coasted over my shoulders, stroking and caressing my smooth skin. I could feel the area between my legs getting wet with desire from his stroking fingers alone, and a soft groan of pleasure escaped my mouth as I pulled away.
“I want you,” I continued. “I want you now.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes.”
His eyes came alive with passion as I spoke, and he moved his lips to my neck. His hand moved under my towel and slid lower and lower, and then his fingers were gently stroking over my clit. A soft cry escaped my mouth as he massaged with expert precision, and my body shuddered in response. The rapidly approaching pleasure was already threatening to engulf me, and I gripped his strong shoulders to keep steady.
He pulled away all of a sudden, and I whimpered. “Don’t stop.”
“Come on,” he murmured,
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