Page 13 of Meet Me in the Vines
“You win.”
I could’ve stepped on the gazebo steps and ended our night right then and there. Thanks for a great kiss. Goodnight. But we both know that this night isn’t the end. It’s just the beginning.
“So, do I get my prize now?” he teases, knowing full well he gets to kiss me as much as he wants. But I don’t want just the kiss. I want more.
“Take me into the gazebo,” I say with full confidence, knowing exactly whatIwant for once.
He crashes his lips into mine, our tongues grappling. Is it too soon to crave the way he tastes? I want it every second of every day.
He carries me up the steps with his mouth sealed on mine, his hands gripping my bare skin with the force of a hurricane. Wild and untamed.
I break the kiss and find his hooded gaze, happy to drown in his ocean blues. He slowly lowers me, every curve of my body pressing hard against him. My bare feet find the wooden planks beneath me, my hips glued to his.
I feel his steely length press against me, sending desire tingling through my entire body.
“Donovan…I want you.”
I breathe out, clinging onto him like my life depends on it. My hands slip under his shirt and trail up his back, lightly scratching the length of his spine. The heat radiating off of his skin lights a burning fire inside me—I need to explore every inch of him. I feel his skin prick up in goosebumps, and he lets out a deep moan.
“Are you sure, Audrey? I want you to know that I didn’t bring you all the way out here for that.”
He brings his hands up to frame my jaw, face full of concern, as he shifts the loose strands of my hair aside.
His eyes search mine for hesitation, but he won’t find it. I want this to happen. Ineedthis to happen.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything. I want you to be my first. Please,” I beg, desperate for him to touch me. I kiss him hard with need.
His hands grasp the hem of my dress, gathering the ivory fabric by the fistful. I lift my arms and close my eyes, letting the dress come up over me, bearing everything to him.
His eyes widen slightly, surprised to find my bare breasts under my dress. Here I am, in my most vulnerable state,standing in nothing but my panties. My body pulses with heat as he reaches back behind him to pull his shirt off over his head.
Holy shit, he’s gorgeous.
The center of his night.
“Youare the most stunning girl I have ever laid eyes on,” he says breathlessly.
His hands explore my body, tracing the curve of my breast, trailing up my ribcage and down over my shoulder. It sends a shiver down my spine, turning me to jello.
He grips the soft flesh on my hips and pulls me close, his fingers toying with the band of my panties. My hands sweep over his chest, down to his washboard abs. His skin is hot to the touch, lighting my fingertips with every trace.
He bends down to kiss my shoulder and snakes his tongue up to my neck. I lull my head to the side and hum in pleasure, letting him take his time kissing and licking my skin.
My hands grip the button of his jeans, pausing as I reach for his zipper.
“Do you have protection?”
He nods and reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a condom. I give him a teasing smile. “Didn’t think this would happen tonight, huh?”
He smiles and kisses me deeply, his tongue moving languid against mine. Our mouths cling together as I pull down his zipper and let his jeans drop, pooling at his ankles. He breaks the kiss, kicking them away, and I trace the outline of his bulge against his briefs with my eyes.
We stand nearly naked—breathing, shaking, nervous as hell. He grabs my hands, pulling me close. Our foreheads press against each other, eyes closed, and fingers linked.
I’d always imagined what it might be like to lose my virginity one day, but I never thought it would feel like this. It feels safe. And I’m ready.
“Audrey, I just want you to know that I’ve never done this before. This is my first time, so I’m sorry if I’m not very good…or…if I don’t last very long…” He holds my hands and presses my knuckles to his lips, shaking.
His first time, too?
