Page 158 of Nobody's Girl

Once I reach his hands, I move them down to my butt. The groan he makes, which makes my mouth vibrate as his kiss deepens, lets me be certain he’s pleased.

The pressure he puts on my bottom makes me feel more heat in my lower regions than I’ve felt before. He lifts me up and my back presses even more against the wall. I wrap my legs around him, finding a large lump at my juncture.

Crap, he’s really big and now I’m scared.

I pull back and place my feet on the ground where they belong. Tangling my hands in his hair, I pull his lips off mine.

Not wanting to let him realize what a big chicken I am, I say, “Hey, babe, it’s getting dark and we’ve got to finish cleaning up. You volunteered, remember?”

The usual sky blue of his eyes has darkened. I suppose it’s lust I see in them.

Oh, how cute! He lusts for me!

With his forehead to mine, I sense his frustration. “What you do to me, Ally,” he says with a slightly sluggish voice.

I wonder if our little make-out session made him feel intoxicated. Surely not!

Quickly, we grab all the plates and take them into the house. I dump them into the sink while he goes out for the rest of the things. As I rinse the dishes before I place them in the dishwasher, I watch him out the window above the sink.

God, he’s good looking. He wants to marry me some day. Wow!

My little diamond, heart-shaped ring sparkles under the light over the sink. My heart skips a beat as he walks up behind me, placing more dishes in the sink.

His breath on my neck makes my knees weak. “I love you, Ally,” he whispers. I close my eyes, not sure if this is real. He’s never told me those words before. Even though he told my father, he’s never told me. “Say something.”

I turn and peek around him to make sure no one can see us, then put my arms around him, burying my head in his wide chest. “I love you too.”

I can’t believe it. I’ve finally told him exactly how I feel about him.

With a tight hug, he sighs. “You’ve made me pretty damn happy today, Al. Accepting my offer to move away with me, telling your folks about us, and now you’ve told me you love me too. It can’t get any better than this.”

When he lets me go, the sensation of losing something comes over me. The way he held me made me feel safe, secure, and wanted.

He wants me! Little old me. Why in the hell would he?

I’ve made him wait for years for my physical attention. I have no idea what other boy would’ve waited for me, but he has.

Why? What’s so special about me?

Not a damn thing. I’m a complete bore. Never able to do anything thanks to my over-protective parents. But that’s nearly over. Only two more weeks.

As I start the dishwasher, I hear Kyle sigh again and turn to find him looking out the window at the now dark night.

“Time for me to go,” he says, scooping me up for one last hug. “Walk me out?” His eyebrows raise.

I never walk him out. My parents would have a fit. “I will,” I say, because I’ve got a lecture coming anyway. I might as well make it worth it.

He holds my hand and tugs at me to follow him into the living room. There are the wardens, sitting in their chairs. Dad watching television and Mom reading a book.

By the cover of it, it seems pretty steamy. The picture of the well-muscled, shirtless man holding his body above what seems to be a white-clad damsel in distress falls to my mother’s lap.

“Goodnight, Kyle,” she says with a smile.

Dad’s eyes go straight to our intertwined hands and a frown covers his handsome face. I hate to make him look like that, but what choice do I have?

“Bye,” he speaks gruffly.

I have no idea of the expression on either of their faces as I follow Kyle out, closing the door behind me. One of them jumped up, because the porch light just turned on.