“I could’ve done this myself,” he said, cocking his right eyebrow as he looked down at me.
“Shh.”
“Right, sorry. I forgot I was meant to be the distraction,” he smirked and braced his hands on the counter, either side of my legs. It brought him closer, pressing his thighs against my shins.
Distraction was an understatement. But it was working.
I tried to make the movement as casual as possible, parting my legs as I focused just a little more on his lip — his mouth.
He took the same approach, casually drifting into the space.
A swarm of butterflies slammed into the wall of my stomach and my thoughts evaporated.
I lowered the tissue paper, finding an even better distraction in his eyes before he shifted his weight to one arm. Reading every inch of my face, he lifted my chin with his knuckle. I leaned into the touch and he grazed his lips across mine, waiting for consent to continue. With a slight nod of my head, he brought his hand to the side of my neck, trailing his thumb down the column of my throat as he kissed me tenderly.
I could taste the blood on his lip when I passed my tongue over it, but it didn’t bother me. Not when he traced his fingertips up the front of my bare shins. Goosebumps peppered my skin as I moved my hands to either side of his face, kissing him a little deeper.
His hands curved over my knees and traveled slowly up my thighs. Under the hem of my dress.
My heart and mind were racing and torn in two directions as he set my skin alight with his touch. The roughness of his hand lightly scratched across the soft skin of my legs. A part of me wanted him closer — wanted his hands everywhere all at once. While the other part, the inexperienced, unsure part, was screaming at me to tell him before this went further.
I was kissing him back, but at the same time, the nerves were bubbling to near boiling under the surface. Nerves wondering if I could do this — if I could handle it.
Would he even like what he saw?
There was a dull roaring in my head, but I told myself not to panic.
I’m fine. It’s completely normal to feel anxious about your first time.
My stomach tightened when Dean pulled an arm around my middle and scooted me forward, hitching my dress higher beneath my thighs. He breathed me in, his body flush between my legs, leaving me hot and breathless with him there before he moved his mouth to the side of my neck.
The front of his jeans pushed against me, and I tensed.
My throat bobbed dryly. “Dean.”
He hummed against my throat, sending shivers through my body.
I bit my lip and looked up at the ceiling, cringing before I whispered, “Wait.”
Dean pulled back almost instantly and looked at me with concern.
“I’m sorry.”
He frowned. “For what?”
“I’ve never.” I took a breath as if that would steady my nerves. “I’ve never done this before. Or anything...intimate with someone else.”
His eyebrows lifted slightly, and he asked gently, “You’re a virgin?”
I pressed my lips together and nodded.
“After what Roxy said… I didn’t know how to tell you.” I looked down at my hands, folded in my lap. “It’s not like I’m saving myself for marriage or anything. I just never really had the opportunity to... And as time went on I kind of put it off. Avoided getting into those situations. Plus, with parents like mine, you can understand why guys wouldn’t want to stay. Even if the dates were set up by my mom—”
Dean lifted my chin again, gently holding it between his thumb and finger as his eyes met mine. “I can wait.”
My voice was quiet. “I’d understand if you wanted to leave...”
“It’ll take a lot more than that to scare me off, Lily. I’m not going anywhere.”
