motioned for him to come stand in front of her.
“Closer,” Lindsay whispered.
Dev moved closer and Lindsay wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer still. His hands immediately found their place at her waist and his lips found hers.
Lindsay’s fingers threaded through Dev’s hair, making every strand feel alive at her touch. Her knees fell to the sides, and she wrapped her legs around Dev’s hips, pulling his body against hers. He leaned into the tighter embrace, relishing the feel of her pressed against him. All of her pressed against him.
Dev felt sensual heat creep up his neck and grow between his legs. His hands pulled her waist against him firmly, and he wrapped one arm around her lower back to hold her there.
It was a casual day for Dev, so he wore a dress shirt but no tie. The starched and pressed material still could stop the feel of Lindsay’s breasts pushed against his chest. He briefly wanted to relieve them both of their shirts so he could experience the sensation without the clothing barriers in the way.
Pushing the thought away, Dev let his hands run, not up to those tantalizing breasts, but down to Lindsay’s hips, then down her thighs. Her skirt slid up when she wrapped her legs around him, and Dev ran out of cloth as his hands made their way down her body. Instead, he felt warm, bare flesh in his palm.
He froze, unintentionally breaking the kiss in his shock. Lindsay’s lips brushed against his invitingly, but Dev was still trying to take in everything that was happening. Her rapid breathing pressed her breasts against his chest in a tempting way. She held his hips locked against her and the realization made Dev uncomfortably aware of his own growing arousal.
“Don’t overthink this,” Lindsay whispered. “I know where you stand.”
“Why are we here?” Dev asked, his voice hoarse with pent-up emotion. He was suddenly aware of how alone and secluded they were. Lindsay was smart and Dev knew she chose this location for that reason.
“To bask in the glory of young love. In theory, we feel things more intensely because we have fewer significant experiences to dilute our perception.”
“Stop sounding like your mother. It’s a turn off.” Dev kissed her simply to shut her up. Sure, Lindsay answered his question, but listening to Sabrina’s words coming out of her mouth was just wrong. As much as Dev knew he was in dangerous water, he discovered he wasn’t ready to head for shore yet.
Chapter Seven
Dev pulled up in front of Bryan’s house after taking Lindsay home. It was just past midnight and the lights were off in the house. Dev sighed wistfully. He needed to talk about Lindsay. Of course as soon as he went home, no doubt Kenny and Jess would be waiting to do just that. Dev considered his options. Waiting to talk to Bryan tomorrow was fine, if he could avoid Kenny and Jess until then. If. The odds of being struck by lightning were probably better.
His phone was in his hand and he was typing a message to Bryan before Dev even made the decision to at least check if Bryan was still awake.
Bryan’s front door opened moments after he sent the message, the square of light catching Dev’s eye. His friend walked quietly down the path to Dev’s car and got in the passenger side.
“You missed a lot of fun by running out after practice like you did,” Bryan said. Dev forgot he left him to deal with the fallout of his little scene with Lindsay. Of course he and Lindsay had a lot of fun, and Dev knew who he’d rather spend all that time with.
Bryan leaned forward in his seat to try to see Dev’s face.
“Never mind,” Bryan said, a smile crossing his face. “I’m guessing you had a different kind of fun on your own.”
“What? I didn’t!” Dev protested. “We’re taking it slow.”
“Sure. So Jess’s ongoing question about whether you’d kissed her yet has been answered. A simple ‘yes’ would have sufficed, you know. As for taking it slow,
“Closer,” Lindsay whispered.
Dev moved closer and Lindsay wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer still. His hands immediately found their place at her waist and his lips found hers.
Lindsay’s fingers threaded through Dev’s hair, making every strand feel alive at her touch. Her knees fell to the sides, and she wrapped her legs around Dev’s hips, pulling his body against hers. He leaned into the tighter embrace, relishing the feel of her pressed against him. All of her pressed against him.
Dev felt sensual heat creep up his neck and grow between his legs. His hands pulled her waist against him firmly, and he wrapped one arm around her lower back to hold her there.
It was a casual day for Dev, so he wore a dress shirt but no tie. The starched and pressed material still could stop the feel of Lindsay’s breasts pushed against his chest. He briefly wanted to relieve them both of their shirts so he could experience the sensation without the clothing barriers in the way.
Pushing the thought away, Dev let his hands run, not up to those tantalizing breasts, but down to Lindsay’s hips, then down her thighs. Her skirt slid up when she wrapped her legs around him, and Dev ran out of cloth as his hands made their way down her body. Instead, he felt warm, bare flesh in his palm.
He froze, unintentionally breaking the kiss in his shock. Lindsay’s lips brushed against his invitingly, but Dev was still trying to take in everything that was happening. Her rapid breathing pressed her breasts against his chest in a tempting way. She held his hips locked against her and the realization made Dev uncomfortably aware of his own growing arousal.
“Don’t overthink this,” Lindsay whispered. “I know where you stand.”
“Why are we here?” Dev asked, his voice hoarse with pent-up emotion. He was suddenly aware of how alone and secluded they were. Lindsay was smart and Dev knew she chose this location for that reason.
“To bask in the glory of young love. In theory, we feel things more intensely because we have fewer significant experiences to dilute our perception.”
“Stop sounding like your mother. It’s a turn off.” Dev kissed her simply to shut her up. Sure, Lindsay answered his question, but listening to Sabrina’s words coming out of her mouth was just wrong. As much as Dev knew he was in dangerous water, he discovered he wasn’t ready to head for shore yet.
Chapter Seven
Dev pulled up in front of Bryan’s house after taking Lindsay home. It was just past midnight and the lights were off in the house. Dev sighed wistfully. He needed to talk about Lindsay. Of course as soon as he went home, no doubt Kenny and Jess would be waiting to do just that. Dev considered his options. Waiting to talk to Bryan tomorrow was fine, if he could avoid Kenny and Jess until then. If. The odds of being struck by lightning were probably better.
His phone was in his hand and he was typing a message to Bryan before Dev even made the decision to at least check if Bryan was still awake.
Bryan’s front door opened moments after he sent the message, the square of light catching Dev’s eye. His friend walked quietly down the path to Dev’s car and got in the passenger side.
“You missed a lot of fun by running out after practice like you did,” Bryan said. Dev forgot he left him to deal with the fallout of his little scene with Lindsay. Of course he and Lindsay had a lot of fun, and Dev knew who he’d rather spend all that time with.
Bryan leaned forward in his seat to try to see Dev’s face.
“Never mind,” Bryan said, a smile crossing his face. “I’m guessing you had a different kind of fun on your own.”
“What? I didn’t!” Dev protested. “We’re taking it slow.”
“Sure. So Jess’s ongoing question about whether you’d kissed her yet has been answered. A simple ‘yes’ would have sufficed, you know. As for taking it slow,
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