The more his kiss gives, the farther those flutters spread and migrate, running out of control. He tastes like breath mints, his lips soft and warm, caressing in a way that has my hands shaking against his chest.
Normally, I’d let the guy take control and stop him when he wanted to go too far. But despite Tyler’s eager mouth, his hands haven’t left my hips.
He’s a nice guy; what did I think would happen?
Obviously, I’m going to have to make the next move too.
I run my fingers beneath his shirt, against his warm, smooth skin, touching the contours of a toned chest, built from hours of after-school sports.
I’m just getting into fascinating chest terrain when Tyler pulls away. My fingers freeze and I look into his eyes, their brightness all but gone. In this light they are dark and murky with startling depths.
“Mira, what about downstairs? The party…”
No thinking.
In answer to his question, I raise the hem of his black T-shirt. His arms go up automatically, allowing me to pull the soft cotton over his head. I drop it to the ground, the dark fabric disappearing in the shadows.
Reaching behind him, I fumble for the door and lock it. I grab his hand and lead him to the bed. “It’s okay. No one will come in.” I sit on the edge of the mattress and gently pull him down.
He doesn’t say anything at first. It might have something to do with the fact that I slipped my top off. I’m bared from the waist up, with the exception of a pretty black bra I splurged and bought on sale from Victoria’s Secret.
Tyler touches my naked shoulder. “Ahhh…?” His eyes remain on my breasts for a second, then flutter to my face and lock on my eyes. “I like you. We don’t have to do this tonight.”
For over a year, I’ve daydreamed about what it would be like to be Tyler’s girlfriend. If he’d take me to the movies, or if we’d hang out at his house with his mom and the sister he’s told me about. But that’s a fantasy.
Tyler would never want me if he knew where I came from and how messed up my past is. We can never be more than we are, except in this one way.
At least by sharing this, I’ll have a piece of him. This moment.
“I’m sure. I want you.”
Chapter Two
Tyler
I want you.
That was it—the moment I lost my grasp on rational thought and gave in to what I’ve secretly dreamt of.
I’ve been in love with Mira Frasier for years, and she wants me in a way I only imagined in my fantasies.
I made sure our tutoring sessions ran over when we worked together. She needed help in algebra, but I dragged that shit out, creating any excuse to spend time with her.
I tutored her in math this year as well, though the advisor said it wasn’t necessary. Didn’t seem prudent to fill Mira in on that point. She could have cancelled our sessions at any time, but I wasn’t going to be the one to suggest it.
Mira unbuttons the fly of her jeans, and I help her peel them off along with her shoes. We kiss and touch, and all I can think is, How the fuck did I get so lucky?
She reaches behind to unhook the clasp of her bra, and I put my hand over hers. “I got it.”
I may have been too chicken to ask her out over the last year and a half, but I’m not inexperienced. Well, not entirely.
I deftly unhook the clasp and pull the silky fabric away, trying not to stare at her breasts. I lean over her until she’s sprawled on the mattress, my body covering hers.
Jesus, am I crushing her?
I brace myself higher. I could stare at Mira’s beautiful, tanned curves all night, but I’d rather feel her in my arms beneath me—or above me. I’m not picky. As long as we’re together.
Mira is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, but that’s not why she takes my breath away.
