up my leg some more. When his finger brushed the silky edge of my panties, my reflexes caused me to jump. A low chuckle rumbled through the car as he worked his finger up and down the elastic at my leg, tucking it under the seam as best as he could, considering the position I was in.
The car came to a stop and I pulled myself from the foggy daze that Spencer had drawn me into. I was surprised to find that we were parked at a small home. Spencer went to college out of state, so I just assumed that he lived at home when he came back for the summer. He turned the car off and I rolled my head on the headrest to look over at him. He stared at me; desire evident in his tightly drawn face.
His voice was low and raspy when he finally spoke. "The ball’s in your court, Savannah. I can take you home now…or I can take you inside."
I started to open my mouth, but he put his finger up to my lips to stop me.
"Wait," he interrupted. "I want to make sure there are no illusions about what will happen if we go inside. I want you Savannah, and I'm pretty sure you want me too. But this won't be about your damn ass of an ex. This will be about us and the mutual attraction we have for each other. Got it?"
I couldn't speak. Nodding my head yes, my hand was practically shaking as I clicked the seatbelt undone and sat forward. My hand had stilled on his neck when we’d stopped the car, and now I put pressure on it to pull him my way. The best way I knew how to let him know what I wanted was to ask for it.
"Kiss me," I asked boldly, and he did .
Our lips crashed together with the force of raging ocean waves against a cliffside. There was a hunger that I'd never known before in his kisses, and I tried to feed it the best I could. The rest was a blur. Somehow we made it into the small house and he pulled me to his bedroom.
We fell onto his bed, and I could see a dim light in the room peeking in from somewhere outside. It didn't occur to me to stop him, to tell him I was still a virgin. The fire he ignited in me would not be contained. All the care that I'd taken previously to hold out for marriage, to make my man wait, went swirling down the drain.
There were no words spoken between us. It was all lust and desire. He took his time kissing and touching parts of my body that had never been touched by another. He was careful as he slid between my legs, but when he finally pushed his body into mine, a sharp pain like none other ripped through me; causing me to gasp.
"Savannah," he whispered, his voice full of regret. "You've never…?"
I twisted my head to the side and closed my eyes as a single tear slid out.
"Why?" he questioned me, still fully embedded inside of me but unmoving. He leaned down over me and gently moved my head so he could look at me.
I was overcome with roiling feelings. Grief at what I had allowed to happen was at war with the pleasure that I felt. Anger at Daniel for pushing me to want to do this. Fear that Spencer would think I was a child bent on seducing him.
"I'm sorry," I croaked, pulling my hands over my face.
"Oh my God," he breathed gently, pulling out of me and cradling me in his arms as he lay beside me. "I'm sorry, honey. I should have known." He cursed at himself, which only made me cry harder. He pulled a sheet over us and we lay there not speaking while I cried.
As my crying began to calm down, he spoke again. "Damn it - I was so selfish, Savannah. It’s just that you looked so beautiful tonight, and you flirted with me so sweetly. I…"
"No," I hiccuped. Pushing off of him and clutching the sheet to my body, I tried to explain. "Don't apologize, Spencer. I knew what I was doing and it's my fault. I'm just a stupid girl."
"You're not stupid, Savannah. I've known you for years, and while most of those years you were just a girl, this past year you’ve grown into a beautiful, kind and caring woman."
"Oh stop," I muttered, shaking my head.
"It's the truth. I was drawn to you this past winter. Why else
The car came to a stop and I pulled myself from the foggy daze that Spencer had drawn me into. I was surprised to find that we were parked at a small home. Spencer went to college out of state, so I just assumed that he lived at home when he came back for the summer. He turned the car off and I rolled my head on the headrest to look over at him. He stared at me; desire evident in his tightly drawn face.
His voice was low and raspy when he finally spoke. "The ball’s in your court, Savannah. I can take you home now…or I can take you inside."
I started to open my mouth, but he put his finger up to my lips to stop me.
"Wait," he interrupted. "I want to make sure there are no illusions about what will happen if we go inside. I want you Savannah, and I'm pretty sure you want me too. But this won't be about your damn ass of an ex. This will be about us and the mutual attraction we have for each other. Got it?"
I couldn't speak. Nodding my head yes, my hand was practically shaking as I clicked the seatbelt undone and sat forward. My hand had stilled on his neck when we’d stopped the car, and now I put pressure on it to pull him my way. The best way I knew how to let him know what I wanted was to ask for it.
"Kiss me," I asked boldly, and he did .
Our lips crashed together with the force of raging ocean waves against a cliffside. There was a hunger that I'd never known before in his kisses, and I tried to feed it the best I could. The rest was a blur. Somehow we made it into the small house and he pulled me to his bedroom.
We fell onto his bed, and I could see a dim light in the room peeking in from somewhere outside. It didn't occur to me to stop him, to tell him I was still a virgin. The fire he ignited in me would not be contained. All the care that I'd taken previously to hold out for marriage, to make my man wait, went swirling down the drain.
There were no words spoken between us. It was all lust and desire. He took his time kissing and touching parts of my body that had never been touched by another. He was careful as he slid between my legs, but when he finally pushed his body into mine, a sharp pain like none other ripped through me; causing me to gasp.
"Savannah," he whispered, his voice full of regret. "You've never…?"
I twisted my head to the side and closed my eyes as a single tear slid out.
"Why?" he questioned me, still fully embedded inside of me but unmoving. He leaned down over me and gently moved my head so he could look at me.
I was overcome with roiling feelings. Grief at what I had allowed to happen was at war with the pleasure that I felt. Anger at Daniel for pushing me to want to do this. Fear that Spencer would think I was a child bent on seducing him.
"I'm sorry," I croaked, pulling my hands over my face.
"Oh my God," he breathed gently, pulling out of me and cradling me in his arms as he lay beside me. "I'm sorry, honey. I should have known." He cursed at himself, which only made me cry harder. He pulled a sheet over us and we lay there not speaking while I cried.
As my crying began to calm down, he spoke again. "Damn it - I was so selfish, Savannah. It’s just that you looked so beautiful tonight, and you flirted with me so sweetly. I…"
"No," I hiccuped. Pushing off of him and clutching the sheet to my body, I tried to explain. "Don't apologize, Spencer. I knew what I was doing and it's my fault. I'm just a stupid girl."
"You're not stupid, Savannah. I've known you for years, and while most of those years you were just a girl, this past year you’ve grown into a beautiful, kind and caring woman."
"Oh stop," I muttered, shaking my head.
"It's the truth. I was drawn to you this past winter. Why else
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