It’s time for me to bounce. If only I had a ride…
Suddenly, a pair of headlights turns on directly in front of me.
I freeze. It’s her. It has to be.
Slowly, I raise my eyes and see a shadowy silhouette behind the wheel of a pickup truck that looks like it’s seen better days. The engine chugs to life, and I step back as it pulls up beside me. The window on the passenger’s side starts to lower. I bend down to get a better look at who’s inside, and once again I’m drowning in those chocolate brown eyes.
Her face is level with mine, and I seem to be having a similar effect on her as we stare at each other for a moment. Even if she’s only feeling a fraction of what I’m feeling, it’s enough. I did everything I could to drive her away, but she’s still here, still looking at me like that. I didn’t blow it. I can still make this right.
“Hey.” I smile over at her.
“Hey,” she responds softly, pulling up the knob of the old-fashioned lock.
I waste no time getting in beside her before she can scoot back behind the wheel. I don’t stop. I keep going. My hands are at her waist, lifting her up so I have enough room to sit down. My movements are clumsy and her shirt bunches up around my fingers. A groan escapes my lips as I come in contact with her skin. It’s soft and smooth, and for once I wish I took better care of my hands because she gasps as they chafe roughly against her ribs. She’s right on top of me as I feel her warm breath on my face. I gently lower her off of my throbbing knee, reaching back to shut the door.
I allow my hands to move up her body and into her hair, and I get caught up in her. I want this girl. I want her bad. But this isn’t the time, and it’s certainly not the place. I’m not going to start things off with her like this. She’s different, special even. I didn’t ask her to wait for me in order to use her for sex. I want more than that. But she feels too damn good to stop.
I press my chest flush against hers. Every one of her labored breaths rises and falls with mine. I’m fully on top of her now. She’s looking up at me with her lips parted. I brush a wayward strand of hair off her forehead. Do I really want to do this here? That’s all I need is for us to get caught. I don’t think Keith’s the type who’d sell me out, but who knows? I only just met the guy.
Her legs are spread apart and I’m nestled in between them. It would be so easy. She’s practically panting for me, her fingers kneading the shirt on my back. And she smells so good, not like any kind of perfume I recognize but more like the crispness in the air on a cold winter day—so clean, so pure, so innocent.
I can’t do this. I lean back, my thumbs still stroking the area around her bellybutton where her shirt is riding up. Her stomach is flat and white as snow. My skin looks so dark next to hers. I have to admit that I like how she looks on me. What I wouldn’t give to see all of her stretched out against all of me. I clench my jaw as I offer her a hand to sit up. She blinks at me, stunned. But we have to go. We have to get out of here.
I’m moving too fast. I need to slow things down. I don’t want the first time I kiss her to be a moment I’ll later regret. I can’t screw this up. I want it to be epic. Something she won’t forget. I’ve had too many intoxicated chicks shove their tongues down my throat. That’s not what I want from her. That’s not what I’m after. She has something none of them were ever able to give me—a genuine connection, a spark. I have to be patient and take my time. I can’t ruin whatever this is between us. I’ve been around a lot of women, and she’s not like anyone I’ve ever met before. She’s something precious, something rare. I can’t be casual about this. I have to get it right. I have to.
“You are such an asshole!”
Smack.
I rear back as her hand connects with my cheek. Did she just hit me?
“What did you do that for?”
“What?
Suddenly, a pair of headlights turns on directly in front of me.
I freeze. It’s her. It has to be.
Slowly, I raise my eyes and see a shadowy silhouette behind the wheel of a pickup truck that looks like it’s seen better days. The engine chugs to life, and I step back as it pulls up beside me. The window on the passenger’s side starts to lower. I bend down to get a better look at who’s inside, and once again I’m drowning in those chocolate brown eyes.
Her face is level with mine, and I seem to be having a similar effect on her as we stare at each other for a moment. Even if she’s only feeling a fraction of what I’m feeling, it’s enough. I did everything I could to drive her away, but she’s still here, still looking at me like that. I didn’t blow it. I can still make this right.
“Hey.” I smile over at her.
“Hey,” she responds softly, pulling up the knob of the old-fashioned lock.
I waste no time getting in beside her before she can scoot back behind the wheel. I don’t stop. I keep going. My hands are at her waist, lifting her up so I have enough room to sit down. My movements are clumsy and her shirt bunches up around my fingers. A groan escapes my lips as I come in contact with her skin. It’s soft and smooth, and for once I wish I took better care of my hands because she gasps as they chafe roughly against her ribs. She’s right on top of me as I feel her warm breath on my face. I gently lower her off of my throbbing knee, reaching back to shut the door.
I allow my hands to move up her body and into her hair, and I get caught up in her. I want this girl. I want her bad. But this isn’t the time, and it’s certainly not the place. I’m not going to start things off with her like this. She’s different, special even. I didn’t ask her to wait for me in order to use her for sex. I want more than that. But she feels too damn good to stop.
I press my chest flush against hers. Every one of her labored breaths rises and falls with mine. I’m fully on top of her now. She’s looking up at me with her lips parted. I brush a wayward strand of hair off her forehead. Do I really want to do this here? That’s all I need is for us to get caught. I don’t think Keith’s the type who’d sell me out, but who knows? I only just met the guy.
Her legs are spread apart and I’m nestled in between them. It would be so easy. She’s practically panting for me, her fingers kneading the shirt on my back. And she smells so good, not like any kind of perfume I recognize but more like the crispness in the air on a cold winter day—so clean, so pure, so innocent.
I can’t do this. I lean back, my thumbs still stroking the area around her bellybutton where her shirt is riding up. Her stomach is flat and white as snow. My skin looks so dark next to hers. I have to admit that I like how she looks on me. What I wouldn’t give to see all of her stretched out against all of me. I clench my jaw as I offer her a hand to sit up. She blinks at me, stunned. But we have to go. We have to get out of here.
I’m moving too fast. I need to slow things down. I don’t want the first time I kiss her to be a moment I’ll later regret. I can’t screw this up. I want it to be epic. Something she won’t forget. I’ve had too many intoxicated chicks shove their tongues down my throat. That’s not what I want from her. That’s not what I’m after. She has something none of them were ever able to give me—a genuine connection, a spark. I have to be patient and take my time. I can’t ruin whatever this is between us. I’ve been around a lot of women, and she’s not like anyone I’ve ever met before. She’s something precious, something rare. I can’t be casual about this. I have to get it right. I have to.
“You are such an asshole!”
Smack.
I rear back as her hand connects with my cheek. Did she just hit me?
“What did you do that for?”
“What?
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