I had questions. So many questions for Charlie right now, but I was afraid to ask them. Would I see him again after he went home? Had he kissed a lot of boys? I openedmy mouth to ask him, but he tugged on my hand. I stopped to look at him, and the grin on his face stopped me.
“Come here, Jonesy.” Charlie patted his lap.
I stared at him. I was still in just my boxers. “I don’t—”
“Don’t be shy now, Jones. I want to kiss you again. Don’t you want to kiss me?”
Heck yes, I did.
Before I could even think twice about it, I was out of my chair and straddling Charlie’s lap, my hands in his hair and his lips on mine. He was so good at this. Kissing, making me feel like I was going to burst into a million pieces at any moment while his big hands roamed all over my bare back.
That’s about the moment I remembered I was still only in my boxers.
“Hey.” His breath was hot in my ear, his voice deep and low. “Want to lie down? I brought a blanket.”
I nodded. “Yes, I would like that very much.”
I climbed to my feet, trying desperately to hide my hard-on, while Charlie spread the blanket out on the sand. Then he reached for me, his lips found mine, and I forgot about anything else.
“Here.” Charlie hummed softly as he lifted one of my legs. “Wrap it around my waist. Yeah, just like that.” His soft lips turned up into a smile against mine. “Are you sure you’ve never kissed anyone else? I think you’re fibbing.”
“I’m not... you’re teasing me.” I giggled when he tickled my side. “Am I good at it?”
He dragged his nose down my jawline, against my neck, and over my Adam’s apple. “So very good, Jonesy.”
His tongue slid languidly across my skin, and I swear I was going to spontaneously combust. My heart thumped so fast inside my chest as Charlie’s fingers danced around the edge of my boxers. Was he going to touch me down there? Would I survive if he did? My hips arched up like they had a mind of their own. I did. I did want him to touch me, though.
“Easy,” Charlie murmured and pressed a hand on my waist. He stopped to look at me, his gaze eating me alive. “Tell me a secret. Something maybe you’ve only told one or two people.”
I swallowed nervously. “I tried this weird pizza once, with my friends Ollie and Travis. It had peanut butter and bacon on it. It was actually pretty good.”
“What? Okay, that’s just blasphemy.” Charlie let out a loud belly laugh that made his eyes crinkle around the corners and those dimples appear.
I instantly reached up to touch that mole on his face that I was so fascinated with. “I’m sorry.” I yanked my hand away.
“No, Jonesy, touch me. Touch me anywhere you want.” He took my hand to bring it back to his face.
I hoped Charlie couldn’t see my blush. “You tell me something now.”
I let my fingers roam over his nose and jawline. So perfect in every single way. His eyes tracked me like a hawk.
“I’m bisexual, Jones. I’ve kissed boys before, but that’s all I’ve done with them,” Charlie whispered. “And I’m really into you.” Then he kissed me again, his mouth hot and wet.
I whimpered at his touch.
Please don’t let this end in heartbreak. Let this be everything I’ve ever wanted.
***
We spent most of the night kissing, talking, sharing things with one another about our lives. I took pictures; he took some as well. I had never been this happy in my entire life. We made s’mores. Charlie fed one to me, and I blushed right up to the roots of my hair. I tried beer for the first time and decided I preferred the hard cider he picked out for me. Charlie told me his daddy ran a law firm and that he wanted his son to inherit it from him. Charlie said he didn’t want to do that; he liked helping people and thought he might want to be a nurse. Being a lawyer sounded boring. But then again, what did I know? He was supposed to start college in the fall as a law major, but he hoped he could switch it if he could convince his father.
“You’re not twenty-one?” I gasped.
He kissed me again, his mouth sticky from the marshmallows. He seemed to like to kiss me as much as I liked to kiss him. “Nineteen.” He barked out a laugh when I continued to stare at him. “I have a fake ID that I use. No one knows me here, anyway, since I hardly ever visit my father.”
“Lord, you’re practically robbing the cradle.”
“Yeah, Jonesy, I am.”
