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His breath feathered my mouth as his lips descended to mine. For the first time, I allowed my arms to slip around his neck, my fingers sliding into his hair. There was no more hiding how I felt about him or how he made my heart race when he was nearby or how his attention made me feel more aware ofmyself. I’d been keeping it hidden for so long, once I lifted the lid there was no stopping the rush of emotion I felt, and it left me breathless.
In that moment, there were no consequences, just the feel of his body against mine.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Mark’s hands skimmed my sides and I felt a flutter of anticipation. I’d been with a guy before but never one whom I felt something for, not like Mark. Despite being in relationships before, this was somehow more important than those times, which made me more nervous.
I wanted to touch him, to feel him. My hands lowered to his shirt and he pulled his lips from mine only long enough to pull his shirt over his head. His chest was bare and I let my hands drift over the sculpted muscles. Reality felt better than any of my dreams.
His mouth trailed to my jaw and then down my neck. I shivered as I allowed my head to fall back as he moved farther down to press a kiss against my collar bone.
His hands lifted my shirt and I helped him to pull it over my head. The shirt was discarded to the floor. Next, his hands found their way to my hips and his thumbs brushed against my skin.
I lifted myself up to kiss him urgently, loving the feel of his skin against mine.
He pulled me to the bed and laid me down. He undid myjeans and pulled them off. I was down to my underwear. While his eyes explored my body, his hand splayed against my stomach.
I bit my lip while I watched him. His eyes darkened when they met mine. “Are you sure?”
I nodded. There was no going back. I had wanted this for so long. Even if it only happened once, I was okay with that. This wouldn’t lead to happily ever after. It wasn’t like I was going in blind.
He unzipped his jeans and removed them before moving onto the bed. He kissed me as his one hand worked my bra and then it slackened. I helped him remove it. He sat back to slide my panties off. I didn’t feel self-conscious like I had with other lovers. It was the way he looked at me that made me feel beautiful and sexy. I affected him as much as he did me.
This was equal. No one held the upper hand.
Above me, his mouth trailed from my collar bone to my breast. His hand palmed it before his mouth closed over the nipple and he sucked gently. Warmth pooled between my legs. When he repeated the action with the other nipple, I arched, panting.
When his hand moved to my wet core, I whimpered when he touched me there. One finger slid into me and I moved against it, needing a release. When he withdrew, I felt a moment of disappointment that he had left me wanting.
“We need protection,” he murmured.
He disappeared to get something from the bathroom and returned with a foil packet. He pulled his boxers off as he tore the packet and then slid it on while I watched.
I ached for him in a way I had never for another, but I was nervous. What if all my fantasies had built him up to an unattainable goal?
“You still with me on this?” he whispered when he lay beside me on the bed on his side while he trailed his fingerslightly over my stomach. Had he seen my momentary anxiousness?
“Yes.”
He lifted himself to cover me and lowered his mouth to mine. I slid my hands into his hair while his hand parted my knees and I felt him press his body against mine. My legs hugged his waist and I held him while he deepened our kiss to caress my tongue with his. I was hot for him and I squirmed.
I felt him press into me. His eyes held mine, leaving nothing to hide. It was him and me. My breath hitched when he moved completely into me. For a few seconds he allowed my body to adjust to his before he withdrew. Lost in the feel of him inside of me, I closed my eyes and gasped. His mouth covered mine when he thrust again, smothering another gasp. His fingers digging into my hips held me in place.
I hugged his body to mine, needing more. My nails scraped against his skin when he increased the pressure and angle of each movement. He hissed and pressed harder into me.
“I…” I began to say, knowing I was getting close. And then before I knew it my body spasmed and I shuddered as my orgasm hit.
His movements became more frantic as he sought his own release, and I held on to him when he strained and then came.
I couldn’t move. Every inch of me was sated. Mark’s weight held me down to the bed and I reveled in the sensation before he shifted off me.
I continued to lie there, my limbs feeling like liquid. My mind was full of thoughts. Should I get up and get dressed so I could leave? I didn’t want to make things uncomfortable.
Mark returned and lay beside me.
“You okay?” He smiled. My heart fluttered.
“Yeah. That was better than any of my teen fantasies.”
