Page 10 of Edge of Forever

“Sounds like a plan.”

We pull up to the hotel, and the driver gets our two small bags while Kirsten and I approach the registration desk. At eighteen, I would have been a little nervous checking into a nice hotel like this, but Kirsten isn’t your typical eighteen-year-old. In fact, I’m pretty sure she’s checked into even nicer hotels in the two years since her hit single came out. She also looks older than eighteen, which probably helps.

I get the room keys and slip the driver some cash before we go up to the room. I can’t afford anything special, so no presidential suite or anything, but we have a beautiful view—and a really big bed.

Surprisingly, I’m suddenly the one who’s nervous.

It’s really not because it’s her first time—she’s not my first virgin.

What I’m feeling is more because it’s…us.

Kirsten and me.

Blue collar Sam Fielding is about to make love with spectacularly beautiful and successful singer Kirsten Aiken.

I’m a simple guy from the Midwest who plays guitar. I have a degree in teaching even though I never took the exam to actually teach because music takes up all my time. I’ve never wanted to do anything else—and now I’m recording the first full album with my band and we’re about to go on a huge world tour.

And Kirsten is going to college.

No matter what happens tonight, I have to leave her behind.

“I need to take these shoes off,” Kirsten says, stepping out of them and sighing happily. “My feet were killing me.” She shoots me a look. “Does that kill the sexy vibe for you?”

I rumble out a laugh. “Uh, no. Naked Kirsten is way sexier than fully dressed Kirsten in high heels. Although…” I squint thoughtfully. “Naked Kirsten wearing nothingbutthose heels would work too.”

“Maybe after I’ve given my feet a break?” She walks over to the window and stares out at the sprawling view of the desert.

“Sure.” I follow, wrapping my arms around her from behind and resting my chin on her shoulder.

“It’s beautiful,” she says.

“Not as beautiful as you.”

“You don’t have to say things like that.”

“I don’t do it because I have to—I do it because it’s true. And because I want to. If a guy doesn’t consistently give you compliments and find ways to tell you how much you mean to him, he doesn’t deserve you.”

“That’s why I’m with you and not some random hypothetical dude.”

Why does it make my dick hard when she says stuff like that?

“Kirsten, you sure you want tonight to be your first time?”

She turns so she’s fully in my arms, that gorgeous body pressed flush with mine. “Yes. I’ve been sure since the night we met. I agree that it’s better we waited, and used that time to get to know each other, but it’s only made me want you more, not less.”

Well, if I had any chance of staying in control, it’s gone now.

I drop my mouth to hers and kiss her like I own her.

I’ve kissed her a bunch but not like I’m kissing her now—with a possessiveness I haven’t felt in a long time.

Her lips are soft and sweet, the faintest taste of her lip gloss lingering. I could get drunk on her sweetness, and the way it feels when she threads her fingers through my hair, tugging it free of the ponytail it’s been in tonight.

“Long,” she whispers. “I love it long and wild.”

“Same.” I dig my hand into the hair at the back of her neck and gently pull. She has it in some half-up, half-down style, with sexy tendrils all over the place. But I want more than tendrils. When I’m balls-deep inside her, I want that gorgeous hair to be framing her face.

We seem to have the same ideas about hair, and I shake mine free just before capturing her lips again.

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