Page 177 of Small Town Firsts
Outside my comfort zone by miles. Hell, again this one could be measured by galaxies. All of this was Seth’s life, not mine.
Even his booty call couldn’t be normal.
Thankfully, the hallway was empty and quiet. I sure as hell hoped it was soundproofed to go with the fancy-ass decor. I glanced at my watch.
Evidently, I would have some begging to do.
Why did I find that so hot?
The feminist residing in my chest should have been appalled. Or maybe she’d request equal rights all around.
A little tit-for-tat on the begging. He could start.
Maybe.
Oh, who was I kidding? I would be the one standing there like a deer in headlights, praying he wouldn’t figure out just how much I sucked at this.
A fumbling accidental orgasm when I was nineteen was as close to experience as I had. And when I said accidental, it was the God’s honest truth.
Enough friction could eventually give anyone an orgasm, even if it was a depressing and awkward trip to the finish line. It wasn’t Craig Kimmel’s fault—well, not entirely. We’d just had no chemistry.
I couldn’t say the same about Seth. I’d felt the pull the very first day I’d laid eyes on him while I was making a mad dash for class. Seth had been amused at my graceless entry.
He’d also been—and still was—stupidly sexy.
I wasn’t sure when I’d been slotted as the best friend. Maybe it had been that first day we’d met when I’d been wearing a shapeless sweatshirt over my pajama top and he’d instinctively saved me from a tardy slip on the second day of the school year.
Or maybe it had been when I’d laughed at him for checking out the chick in front of him as if her boobs were manna from heaven.
All I knew was I’d never had a chance before now.
And it was both hilarious and terrifying. I just wasn’t sure which one was going to win out.
I slowly crept down the hall as the numbers increased. Seventeen was at the end of the hall. A suite, I’d guess, with ahuge bed with sumptuous sheets and class. And I was a drowned rat on her way to get laid.
A testament of my life to date.
Before I could lift my hand to knock on the door, it flew open and Seth reached out to drag me into the suite. Good guess there. Everything was as high-end as the hallway, but right now, I didn’t care.
Right now, there was only him and me and a flashing need in his eyes that mirrored my own. His gaze dropped to my dress and the naked excitement went dark as his brows lowered.
I looked down at myself. In the brightly lit living space, there was no denying the see-through nature of my dress was even worse than I’d feared. My nipples pushed at the thin material of my bra and right on through to the cotton dress.
“You walked through the hotel like this?”
I lifted my chin. “Someone kept me out in the rain.”
He stalked to me and dragged my denim jacket off. My skin instantly flooded with chill-bumps, making my nipples even tighter.
His hands fisted at his sides and the muscle in his jaw pulsed. Didn’t he like what he saw?
I crossed my arms over my breasts, but he pulled them back to my sides. “No, don’t cover yourself.”
“Then why do you look like you’re about to go all T-Rex at the end ofJurassic Park?” My question became more a squeak when he spun me around to look at the back.
“Jesus fuck.” He fell to his knees and I yelped as his fingers raked up the outside of my thighs. “This perfect ass was on complete display to everyone?”
I tried to turn around, but he held me still. “Well, someone demanded my panties.” The reply ended in a growl of exasperation. I didn’t understand him at all.
