Page 41 of Sparks Flying

“Fine, it’s just that your thinga-ma-ding kinda looks like it’s dancing.”

He looked down. “My thinga-ma-ding?”

“You know. . .” I pointed.

“Did you really just call my cock a thinga-ma-ding?”

I cringed. “I hate that word. It sounds so vulgar.”

“Sorry. I guess mythinga-ma-dingjust has a mind of its own and right now he looks veryhappy to see you.”

My jaw went slack, and I knew my eyes went wide. “I’m not ready for that,” I blurted out.

I desperately needed to put some space between us, so I abruptly left the bathroom. When he followed me, the larger room felt even smaller as the bed seemed to glaringly fill the space. How could I have been so stupid to allow him up to my room?

I wasn’t ready for any of this, and I blurted that out too because apparently whatever I thought was now spewing from my lips without any filter.

“I know you’ve got a lot of experience in this department, but I don’t and I’m not ready for any of this.”

“Bailey, relax. Nothing is going to happen.”

He stepped up and wrapped me in his arms. His actions were in stark contrast to his words, but he just held me, letting his touch soothe my anxiety.

“I know you’ve caught wind of my reputation around here, and I’m sorry for that. But I can’t change my past. I like tohave a good time. It feels good. But I’m also terrified of taking things too quickly with you. And I hate the idea of frightening you.” He reached up and caressed my cheek. “I still don’t understand how any of this is possible, but it could be the start of forever for us and I’m terrified of screwing that up.”

His vulnerability touched me.

“I’ve never been with a guy before, Dean. You have all this experience and I know absolutely nothing. I haven’t even really kissed a guy before. I mean, Oscar, once, but we don’t count that.”

I was nervous and rambling like my mouth was vomiting up words. I couldn’t believe I’d just confessed all that to him.

“We’ll take things slow, and when the time comes, I’ll teach you everything you need to know. Okay?”

I hesitated, then slowly nodded.

He was saying and doing all the right things, and I was just beginning to relax when he reached out and brushed my hair away from my face.

“First there’s one thing I have to do,” he whispered.

Like a fool, I was still waiting for him to tell me as he leaned in close. Instead of whispering some secret confession, he kissed me.

It felt like static electricity sparked between us, but instead of pushing me away, it pulled me in for more.

His lips were gentle at first, soft and teasing.

I wanted more.

It felt like he knew exactly what I needed too, because he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me harder.

When he licked the seam of my lips, they parted on a soft gasp.

His tongue swept inside to dance with mine. It made my head swim as I swooned in the moment.

So this is what it felt like to truly be kissed.

I had no concept of time as we stood there kissing until he finally pulled back and grinned at me.

“Sorry. I know I said we’d take things slow, but every woman deserves a proper kiss.”

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