her. Pull her to me and show her exactly what kind of kiss I can really give her.
“Prove it.”
Daring: adventurous courage; boldness
July 8 th
P rove it.
She’s practically daring me and I’m not one to back down from a dare. Provoking me while I’m all sweaty and dirty, still feeling a little irritable, the girl is flat out playing with fire.
And I think she likes it.
“Come here,” I tell her, my voice deceptively soft while inside, I feel anything but soft.
Reverie takes those last remaining steps toward me and I grab her hand, pulling her to me. She gasps when I maneuver her into the position I want her in. Her back is flat against the wall and I’m standing in front of her. We’re a short distance from the horses and they’re watching us, a built in audience for Reverie’s new first kiss.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she asks shakily.
“I’m going to give you a redo on that first kiss,” I say as I brace my hands on the wall on either side of her head, caging her in. She inhales sharply and some of my bravado crumbles at that telltale sound. “I’m probably all sweaty,” I mutter, immediately wishing I never said that.
“I-I don’t mind,” she admits quietly.
Okay. This girl is just…fuck. What is she doing to me? “I should put my shirt on.” I don’t even remember where it is. Inside? Outside? I honestly don’t know.
“Don’t.” She shakes her head, then tentatively reaches out to settle her hand on my shoulder. Her touch is electric, her nails grazing my skin and making me shiver. “You’re hot.”
Hell yeah, and so is she but I think she’s meaning literally. “Keep that up and I’m going to get hotter.”
“Oh.” A shuddery breath escapes her and my gaze drops to her chest, watching as her tits rise and fall with her quickened breathing. Slowly I let my eyes wander up. Along her shoulders, her throat, her chin, my gaze settling heavily on her mouth for a beat too long before I finally look into her eyes. I tuck one stray strand of blond hair behind her ear, let my finger trace the tempting curve. She closes her eyes, lush lips parting in anticipation and my blood heats just looking at her.
I want it. Want her bad. But I’m going to draw this out for as long as I can.
“You smell good too,” I whisper, pressing my nose against her hair. It’s silky soft, the feel of it on my skin ratcheting my need for her another million notches. “Sweet.” I inhale deeply. “Like candy.”
Her eyes remain closed as she smiles. She turns her head toward mine, her nose nuzzling my cheek and I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. “Are you teasing me, Nicholas?”
“I’m trying to make this good, Reverie.” My voice is hoarse. I sound like I can barely hold it together, which is pretty damn close to the truth.
“It’s already good,” she confesses so softly I almost don’t hear her. “So, so good.”
Our cheeks are pressed together and I move away from her slightly, repositioning myself so our mouths are more aligned. Warning bells are going off in my head, clanging loudly till they’re all I can hear. Telling me I shouldn’t do this. Shouldn’t play with her. Shouldn’t even look at her, let alone touch her. She deserves so much more than this.
So much more than me.
I push the warnings out of my head, determined to do something for me for once. I’ve done everything for everyone else for so damn long. I took the fall along with David all because of his lies. I took care of Mom because she was dying. What about me? What about what I want?
It’s my turn to take. And to give, all at once, with Reverie.
Touching her cheek, I drift my fingers across her satiny soft skin. She opens her eyes, her gaze meeting mine and I swear she’s holding her breath.
“Close your eyes,” I tell her and she does so without hesitation, licking her lips once more. I study her for a long, quiet moment, taking in every tiny little detail. Her smooth skin, her
“Prove it.”
Daring: adventurous courage; boldness
July 8 th
P rove it.
She’s practically daring me and I’m not one to back down from a dare. Provoking me while I’m all sweaty and dirty, still feeling a little irritable, the girl is flat out playing with fire.
And I think she likes it.
“Come here,” I tell her, my voice deceptively soft while inside, I feel anything but soft.
Reverie takes those last remaining steps toward me and I grab her hand, pulling her to me. She gasps when I maneuver her into the position I want her in. Her back is flat against the wall and I’m standing in front of her. We’re a short distance from the horses and they’re watching us, a built in audience for Reverie’s new first kiss.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she asks shakily.
“I’m going to give you a redo on that first kiss,” I say as I brace my hands on the wall on either side of her head, caging her in. She inhales sharply and some of my bravado crumbles at that telltale sound. “I’m probably all sweaty,” I mutter, immediately wishing I never said that.
“I-I don’t mind,” she admits quietly.
Okay. This girl is just…fuck. What is she doing to me? “I should put my shirt on.” I don’t even remember where it is. Inside? Outside? I honestly don’t know.
“Don’t.” She shakes her head, then tentatively reaches out to settle her hand on my shoulder. Her touch is electric, her nails grazing my skin and making me shiver. “You’re hot.”
Hell yeah, and so is she but I think she’s meaning literally. “Keep that up and I’m going to get hotter.”
“Oh.” A shuddery breath escapes her and my gaze drops to her chest, watching as her tits rise and fall with her quickened breathing. Slowly I let my eyes wander up. Along her shoulders, her throat, her chin, my gaze settling heavily on her mouth for a beat too long before I finally look into her eyes. I tuck one stray strand of blond hair behind her ear, let my finger trace the tempting curve. She closes her eyes, lush lips parting in anticipation and my blood heats just looking at her.
I want it. Want her bad. But I’m going to draw this out for as long as I can.
“You smell good too,” I whisper, pressing my nose against her hair. It’s silky soft, the feel of it on my skin ratcheting my need for her another million notches. “Sweet.” I inhale deeply. “Like candy.”
Her eyes remain closed as she smiles. She turns her head toward mine, her nose nuzzling my cheek and I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. “Are you teasing me, Nicholas?”
“I’m trying to make this good, Reverie.” My voice is hoarse. I sound like I can barely hold it together, which is pretty damn close to the truth.
“It’s already good,” she confesses so softly I almost don’t hear her. “So, so good.”
Our cheeks are pressed together and I move away from her slightly, repositioning myself so our mouths are more aligned. Warning bells are going off in my head, clanging loudly till they’re all I can hear. Telling me I shouldn’t do this. Shouldn’t play with her. Shouldn’t even look at her, let alone touch her. She deserves so much more than this.
So much more than me.
I push the warnings out of my head, determined to do something for me for once. I’ve done everything for everyone else for so damn long. I took the fall along with David all because of his lies. I took care of Mom because she was dying. What about me? What about what I want?
It’s my turn to take. And to give, all at once, with Reverie.
Touching her cheek, I drift my fingers across her satiny soft skin. She opens her eyes, her gaze meeting mine and I swear she’s holding her breath.
“Close your eyes,” I tell her and she does so without hesitation, licking her lips once more. I study her for a long, quiet moment, taking in every tiny little detail. Her smooth skin, her
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