Page 59 of My First Kiss

“That’s so embarrassing,” I mutter, turning my face away from his.

“Like hell, it is,” he says. “Look at me, Harlow.”

There’s a command in his voice. The same command I heard before, when he made me ask for what I wanted. I couldn’t disobey if I wanted to. Heart pounding, I turn my head and meet his gaze.

“What happens between us is never embarrassing,” he says in that same tone that brooks no argument. “Did you like what I just did?”

When I hesitate, he asks again. “Did you?”

I nod. “Yes.” My voice is barely above a whisper.

“Good.” His hand comes up to stroke my cheek. “Pleasure isn’t something to be embarrassed about. If what we’re doing is consensual and we both enjoy it, you will not feel shame or embarrassment. Do you understand?”

I nod.

“Say it,” he commands.

“I understand,” I whisper.

“Good girl.”

I suck in a shaky breath at the words.

A slow smile spreads across his face. “You like that, don’t you?” His hips move and I feel his cock slide against my pussy, slipping through the wetness there. “You like when I call you my good girl?”

I nod, unable to pretend otherwise. “Yes,” I whisper.

He grins as he lowers his head to take my mouth in a searing kiss. His hips move again and I gasp against his mouth when his cock brushes my clit. After another, lighter kiss, Linc leans back far enough to look at me.

“If there’s ever anything you don’t like, or you truly don’t want to do,” he says, “you need to tell me. This is important. I’ll never do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Just tell me to stop and I will. Immediately. Got it?”

I nod.

“Say it, Harlow.”

Something about that command in his voice has me wanting to please him. To obey him. I’ve never felt an urge like this before. When I answer him, the words fall naturally from my lips.

“Yes, sir.”

Linc gives a little hum of approval before leaning down to kiss me again. This time, he’s not holding anything back. He takes my mouth with a fierceness that has me writhing under him, trying desperately to get closer to him. Part of me is still in shock that this is truly happening. Linc is here with me. In my bed. About to fuck me for the second time tonight. Just a few hours ago, I’d been convinced that this attraction was one-sided. I’d been ready to crawl into my empty bed alone and imagine what it would be like to have him there with me. Now, I don’t need to imagine anything. Not that my feeble imagination could have created anything remotely as good as the real thing.

I give myself over to sensation and instinct, letting my hands travel over Linc’s body; letting my fingers comb through his long hair, holding him close as we kiss. I never want this night to end. When he finally thrusts into me, filling me, stretching me; he murmurs my name, and it sounds almost reverent.

Chapter 21

Linc

It’s still dark when I wake up to a naked, warm Harlow draped across my chest, her hair tickling my face. I grin in the darkness. Harlow is a cuddler. It doesn’t surprise me, but it does please me. I love the way she wraps herself around me, even in her sleep. I try not to think too hard about how happy just holding her makes me. Much as I’d like to stay here in this bed with her all day, ignoring my responsibilities, I know I need to get home before my mom brings Ella home. The last thing I want is to explain to my mother why I’m coming home in last night’s clothes. And I definitely don’t need my daughter to ask the kinds of questions that I’m sure she’d have if she knew I’d stayed out all night.

I try to slip out from under Harlow’s sleeping form without disturbing her. The sleepy grumble of protest she makes when I pull away from her has me smiling. I don’t know what last night means to her or where we go from here. We didn’t talk about that. We didn’t talk about much at all if I’m being honest. I know what I’d like last night to mean. But now isn’t the time to discuss it. I don’t want to wake her at this ungodly hour after I kept her awake most of the night. Instead, I quietly go about getting dressed in the clothes I wore last night, minus the underwear which have now turned into a hard, crusty mess after what happened downstairs. I’m still embarrassed about that. But Harlow hadn’t seemed bothered. In fact, she’d seemed pleased by the fact that I came just from watching her come. The memory makes my dick twitch in my pants, even after everything we did last night.

Once I’m dressed, I weigh out whether I should let Harlow sleep or make sure she knows I’m not sneaking out or doing some walk of shame. She’s only been asleep for a few hours. It feels wrong to wake her up right now. I finally decide to leave her a note. I find a notebook on the kitchen counter and take my time deciding how to word things. When I’m finally satisfied, I leave the note on the pillow on the empty side of her bed. Then I kiss her forehead and slip out without waking her.

I don’t see anyone on my way home. It’s too early for most people to be stirring in Peach Tree on a Saturday. When I get home, I park next to Cole's car in the driveway and quietly unlock the front door and slip inside. Cole isn’t usually a light sleeper, but I don’t want to face him just yet. I know he’ll have questions after the way I left the bar last night. I’d like to savor this thing between me and Harlow for a little longer before my brother starts in on his teasing. And I know there's no way I'll be able to avoid that. My brother is nothing if not predictable.

"Well, well, well. Look who finally made it home."

Fuck.

---