“I might die if you don’t kiss me soon.” True story. I leave out the part that I might go into a bona fide cardiac arrest if my heart beats any faster from anticipation—that my uterus is threatening to explode like a pressure cooker, and my nipples are trying to claw their way out of my swimsuit. My hormones are about to take a violent turn for the worse if he doesn’t work his magic over me soon. My legs are already willing to part for him. I’m so hungry, so curious to see what it might feel like to have him in me, a part of me wants to cry.
“Well, then, I’d better kiss you.” His eyes grow all too serious, and he comes in for the kill. “Baya.” He shakes his head. “Don’t feel like we have to do anything tonight. I’m not like that. We can take our time. I promise, I’m not going anywhere.” He touches his nose to mine before landing a spark of a kiss on my lips, and every ounce of me feels like its about to boil over in a lust-fueled meltdown.
“I want to.” I glance down at the water a second. “I wish I knew what I was doing. I’d give anything to have your track record right now.” I give a nervous laugh while scratching at his chest. “Okay, well maybe not so extensive but a little experience wouldn’t hurt.” Like a dozen or so tally marks worth.
“Are you kidding? I’ve got nothing but respect for you for waiting. You should. You’re worth the wait, Baya. And the fact you want to share something as special as your first time with me makes me feel honored. I hope you’ll shareeverytime with me.” He pulls my chin up gently with his finger and steadies his eyes over mine. “I want to be your first and your last,” he whispers. “I’m glad you waited. And, trust me, I wish I would have waited for you, too.”
My heart melts, and I memorize him like this, vulnerable, perfect in every way.
“So why the long line of girls?” I’ve been wondering for weeks, outside of mass amounts of testosterone, why so many different girls when just a few repeats could have sufficed? “I’ve counted those notches, by the way.” I lean in and take a gentle bite over his lip. He feels full and slippery between my teeth, and I resist the urge to pierce right through. “You’re nearing triple digits.”
“Triple, huh?” He gives a long blink. “The only thing that could ever explain that long line of girls is the fact I’m an asshole.” His chest rumbles beneath me. A cute little dimple digs in just shy of his lips, and a wildfire rips through me, running its flames between my legs, licking me with its scorching hot tongue. “I was trying to numb the pain.” His eyes cloud over with grief. “But with you, there’s no more pain to numb. You wiped it away that first day I met you, and I couldn’t explain it. I knew right then I needed you in my life.”
“I’ve always suspected my boobs held superpowers.” I sink a little in the water because obviously now is no time for jokes, but I’m lame that way. I can’t help it. Now it’s me who feels like the asshole. “Sorry.”
“No.” He gives a weak laugh. Bryson pulls my legs over his hips and spins me in the water. “I swear that’s why I love you. You have the ability to pull me out of the pit, and you don’t even know it.” He presses another kiss to my lips, and I can feel him swallow hard. “Just when I’m about to go under, you pull me out. Not any one of those girls I’ve been with before had the ability to do that. They were just taking up space while I tried to hide my feelings.”
His eyes dance over mine as a moment of silence ticks by.
“If it didn’t help, then why bed your way through the Greek alphabet? You’re a nice guy, Bryson. It doesn’t really seem like you.” I wrap my finger around a curl at the base of his neck and give a gentle tug.
“I don’t know.” His gaze drifts past me. “I thought for so long I didn’t deserve anyone. I figured if I satisfied my itch that would be all I’d ever need—all I could ever really have. I didn’t want to ruin anybody’s life.” His eyes fill with tears, and he blinks them away. We’ve crossed that invisible line, and I’m about to lose him again, so I reel him back in.
“Bryson—you deserve everything that life has to offer, especially love—especially the love of a very special someone. I hope I can be that someone for you.”
“You already are.” His arms collapse around my back as he holds me tight. “And I wouldn’t want to share my life with anyone else—just you, Baya. I mean it.”
Bryson pulls me in by the face and lands a kiss over my lips, slow and sweet at first until it builds to something fantastically stronger, far more hungrier than any of the kisses we’ve ever shared before. His hands ride down until he’s riding hard circles over my nipples through my bathing suit. A soft moan escapes me, vibrating from my lips to his. His hot mouth melts over my neck and down to the cleft of my shoulder. I can feel his cool breath, his hot kisses, and a powerful pang of pleasure shoots through my body, starting from the most intimate part of me.
“Do you want this with me, Baya?” Bryson pulls back and examines me as if he wasn’t quite sure he could simply trust the words streaming from my lips. He needs to see the evidence on my face because he knows I can’t hide my feelings for him, and I can’t.
“Yes,” I whisper directly into his mouth as a smile forms on my lips. “God, yes.”
Bryson melts over me with a kiss—his erratic breathing, his racing heart all let me know he wants this too. His hand rides down low and glides slowly into the front of my bathing suit bottom.
I let out an audible moan, and my neck bends back from his touch.
Bryson pulls me up as a naughty grin rides low on his lips. “How about we move this show upstairs?”
I bite down on a smile. “I double dog dare you.”
My lose-your-virginity party is about to begin, and the guest of honor just put all of my pleasure zones on erotic notice.
I have a feeling this is going to be the best damn party of my life.
Bryson scoops me up, once I have the towel secured over me. It’s freezing out, but my body is happily numb with shock at the prospect of what he might do to it. He whisks us through the house and up the stairs, wasting no time in getting us to his bedroom.
He kicks the door shut behind us, and it sounds off like a clap of thunder. The moonlight illuminates the room even brighter than it did last night.
“Baya.” He pulls his lips over mine, rough and needy—and, dear God, do I ever want to give him what he needs. The incessant urge to giggle crops up, and I shoo it away like a field mouse in the kitchen.
“Last chance if you want off this train,” he offers. “We could go downstairs and watch TV—play Scrabble if you want.”
Scrabble? I wonder how many points I could score for f-u-c-k-i-n-g? Not that it would be the type of “score” I’m hoping for.
I belt out a laugh. “Maybe we could round out the night working on crossword puzzles together?” God, he’d better not say yes.
His chest vibrates over mine as he pulls me to the bed. We sit on our knees and face each other, our chests still heaving from the excitement, theexertion,to get here. Bryson takes me in from his vantage point in an observational way as if I were a new scientific discovery.
