Page 175 of Small Town Firsts
Even with the weight of what we were about to do between us, it was good to see I could still shock her. Enough that she seemed to move as if she was in a trance, casting a quick glancearound to discover what I already had—the driving rain had sent the few tourists still wandering about scurrying into pubs and the ice cream shop, seeking shelter from the storm.
Right fucking now, the storm was inside me, throbbing in my head, my dick, my chest. Everywhere she’d touched and the places she still hadn’t.
But she would.
She shifted closer to the railing, reaching out to use it for balance. And bent to whip off her panties, barely even glancing my way as she pressed them into my hand.
Warm. Even with the cool rain sluicing down my neck and face, there was no denying the heat I held in my palm.
Blinking the water out of my eyes, I held her gaze and lowered my head, drawing in a deep breath of Ally and rain, mixed together. Her excitement and the burnt ozone in the air, colliding together and somehow mixing. Sweetness layered over fire.
Helpless to resist, I buried my face in them and she watched me, hair streaming back from her face, lashes starred, mouth trembling and used from mine. The tip of my tongue touched the delicate fabric and she shuddered visibly, hauling her thin jacket in more tightly around her body.
We were both soaked to the core, but she’d had a goddamn head start.
Stepping in close again, I flexed my groin lightly against hers. Her breath hissed out. She was well aware of how she’d affected me. “I’ll text you the room number. If you don’t come to me, I’ll find you.”
She said nothing, her soft exhalations somehow loud in spite of the storm.
A finger under her chin brought her face up to mine. “Every moment you make me wait is one more I’ll spend between yourlegs, making you beg.” Cupping her panties in my fist, I stepped back. “The choice is yours.”
SEVEN
I collapsedagainst my seat and slammed the door closed. Rain thrummed against the roof of my car. Again, I was sitting behind the wheel with decisions whirling in my head.
I’d walked away from him a few nights ago.
Okay, ran. I wasn’t proud of it, but my self-preservation instincts had been in full effect. And I’d been able to ignore him for the last few days. Moving out of my house and into Sage’s apartment had taken up some time. Falling on my face in exhaustion had been the only way to survive after Sunday.
Now I was right here again. Choices had been made. Panties had been surrendered.
I bounced my head against my headrest. I hadn’t even blinked, just forked them over.
I wasn’t that girl, dammit.
Or maybe I was.
I squirmed in my seat as rain and my own slickness soaked my dress and coated my inner thighs. The rain had activated the dryer crystals I’d splurged on and my entire car smelled like wet springtime and a hint of sex.
Harbingers of the night to come?
He’d promised to make me beg. And sweet Jesus, I believed him.
The pocket of my denim jacket buzzed against the side of my breast. I hissed out a breath and fumbled it out.
Just a single number.
Seth
Seventeen.
Was it wrong that Winger immediately popped into my head? And right now, I felt like an illicit seventeen-year-old girl making crazy decisions. Of course, things would have been a lot easier if I had lost my virginity at seventeen like most of the girls I’d known in high school.
But no, had to tack on another decade for me. Late bloomer times one thousand.
A second later, another text came through.
Seth
