“I'm not sorry at all,” he says and before I can utter another word, his lips are on mine. It's everything I imagined and more, including me not having a single clue what I'm doing.
I mimic his movements as best I can. The slow, deepening pressure. The slide of his tongue as he coaxes me to part my lips for him. The second his tongue touches mine and he presses his body against me, I forget my nerves completely. I can feel him everywhere, lighting me on fire from the inside out.
Forrest slowly consumes me, groaning into my mouth. I can't help the way my hips begin to move on instinct. One of his hands works around my body, palming my ass as the kiss becomes more urgent.
When he reaches for the towel between us, I break the kiss even though that's the last thing I want to do. Pulling away feels like pure torture, but there are things he needs to know.
His eyes are full of heat, and his lips are swollen. And judging by the very large and very hard bulge pressed against my stomach, he isn't quite ready to put a stop to it either.
“Everything okay?” he asks in a rough whisper.
“Of course.” It takes effort to speak through panting breaths. “It's just that I've never… Um, I haven't exactly done this before.”
“You haven't done what?” he asks.
I'm distracted by his finger that is now running lazy circles on my skin just above the towel, so it takes me a second to answer him. “I haven't done anything, and I guess I just thought youshould know. I'm a virgin in every sense of the word. That was my first kiss.”
His eyebrows arch in surprise. “How is that possible? Have you seen you? I figured you'd be knee deep in men who want you.”
I smile at the compliment. “Believe it or not, I can be quite shy at times.”
His lips quirk, another new expression I haven't seen before. His rugged looks become almost boyishly charming, and I sort of love it.
“I can see that, but you seem to lose it a bit around me.” His hand falls away from my skin, and I miss it immediately. “Get dressed. Are you hungry?”
I'm confused and maybe even disappointed. “You don't want to…” I glance at the bed even though I'm nervous.
He laughs. “You have no idea how bad I want to, but not tonight. Tonight, I want to feed you and see where things go.”
“See where things go?” I ask, confused.
He pauses briefly before he sighs. “I knew there was something different about you the second I laid eyes on you. I wanted to avoid it. I tried to avoid you. But life seems to disagree with that plan, and now that I've tasted you, there's no going back for me. One-night stands aren't really my thing, so the ball is in your court. You want to find out what this is?”
My teeth sink into my lower lip as butterflies take off in my belly. I'm scared. I'm also not. Something feels right about being here with him, but I'm not a relationship expert.
“Pizza sound okay?” I ask, and Forrest grins.
“As long as you don't ask for pineapple.” His lips do that quirky thing again, and it makes me smile.
“Deal,” I answer and watch as his gaze once again lowers to the towel.
“Go put on the clothes before I change my mind.”
While I'm not sure Forrest changing his mind would be the worst thing in the world, my thoughts are on other things. New possibilities. The first time I'd seen him in the coffee shop, I'd never have imagined being in this moment. But here I am, and I'm not mad about it.
“Yes, sir.” I salute him.
His heated eyes narrow as he backs out of the bedroom, and I chuckle to myself as he closes the door. Once I'm left alone, I try to sort through a field of tangled up thoughts. From the moment I'd met him there had been something between us. I thought he'd hated me, but I guess I was wrong. And now anything seems possible.
I drop the towel and pick up the pants from where they'd been carelessly tossed on the bed. I don't know what waits for me on the other side of the door, but I'm ready to find out.
CHAPTER SEVEN
FORREST
One Year Later
“Stop making me wait.”Elliot glares over his shoulder from where he's on his hands and knees on our bed in our new apartment.