First Time: Ian's Story (First Time (Ian) Book 1) by Abigail Barnette Page B

shark?
    It was official. There wasn’t an ounce of
blood left in my brain.
    “ Well, I’m giving you a
seat. You’re the delegate from Scotland, now.” She took my hand and
pulled me farther into the deep end. “And how does the delegate
from Scotland feel about the delegate from the United States, at
the moment?”
    Like his cock is going to
burst. “The delegate from Scotland likes
the delegate from the United States very much.”
    She stopped in front of me, both her arms
around my neck. “The delegate from the United States calls for a
resolution to address the fact that Scotland hasn’t kissed her yet,
even though the United States is sending out all sorts of
signals.”
    “ Are you?” I was so good at
flirting. I did it all the time without even meaning to. And I
hadn’t noticed her coming onto me? God, she was
distracting.
    “ Yeah, with all my sexy
United Nations talk.” She rolled her eyes and cupped one hand over
the back of my neck to draw me down.
    I’d tried at least a
thousand times since yesterday to remember how it had felt to kiss
her while her hand had gripped my shirt. What might have happened
if her roommate hadn’t interrupted us and brought us back to our
senses? Though I hadn’t been able to vividly imagine the way
Penny’s mouth fit against mine, I remembered it like an old friend.
She still clung to my neck, and she pulled herself up tighter
against me. I’d told my sister that I didn’t feel younger when I
was with Penny, and that was true, but the feeling of Penny’s
breasts pushing against my chest made me want to be younger. She made me want
to be twenty again.
    Well, not twenty. Twenty is a shit age. She
made me want to be mid-thirties again. At the very least, my
erection was strong mid-forties.
    She pulled back, gasping for breath, a
droplet of water hanging from the end of her nose, but she kept
just as tight a hold on me as before. There was palpable chemistry
between us, so heavy and full of promise it terrified me to examine
it. Maybe her superstitious belief in fortunes wasn’t so laughable,
after all.
    I couldn’t tear my gaze away from hers. If
there was something appropriate to say, I certainly couldn’t think
of it. She leaned in, again, but this time, when her tongue slid
against mine, her legs wound around my hips. It was obvious it was
an unintentional, instinctual move, but there was no way she would
miss the fact my cock was a fucking iron bar up against her.
    Her eyes flew open, and she immediately
pulled back, gasping, “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, that was really
forward of me.”
    “ No, it’s fine.” I scratched
the back of my neck and looked away. “A bit embarrassing, is all. A
good, solid school book would be very helpful right
now.”
    She covered her face with her hands,
laughing. “Okay, I think the water is acting as an aphrodisiac. We
may need to get out.”
    “ Agreed. Although, I hate to
cut our adventure short.” If the water was dangerous, the
suggestion that came immediately to mind wasn’t much better. But I
was going to say it anyway. “Why don’t you come to my place and
have dinner?”
    That sounded rather lecherous, didn’t
it?
    “ Let me guess, you’re going
to cook dinner to lull me into a false sense of security, then bam,
five years from now, we’re married and you’ve never cooked since.”
She raised one eyebrow in challenge.
    “ No. I’ll be upfront about
that right now. Marriage or not, I don’t cook. But I’ll have
something delivered,” I promised.
    Wasn’t I required, as a single man, to
recoil in horror from a dirty word like “marriage”? Maybe having
been married once, I didn’t have a reason to be afraid of it. It
wasn’t some horrible trap set with fun and breasts and the promise
of regular sex that closed a man in a cage the moment he was
shackled with a ring. Despite the way things had ended with Gena,
I’d liked being married. It shamed me to think I’d once been so
immature I’d actually