We’re making up for lost time.
* * *
“It really is so peaceful here,”Selena says, drawing back the comforter and climbing into the bed later that night.
I’m happy she’s happy here. I was a little concerned the silence might trigger her, but she appears relaxed and content. I open my arms for her. “I love coming here. It’s a welcome break from the hustle and bustle of the city.”
“I love this cabin,” she adds, turning on her side and snuggling into me. “It’s perfect.”
“This used to be party central when we were younger,” I admit. “My brothers and I used to sneak out of the main house and throw parties here. There was a rear entrance my parents didn’t know about, and kids from school sneaked in that way. I didn’t attend often, but let’s just say they were pretty wild.”
“I didn’t know that,” she says, spearing me with an inquisitive expression.
“I never mentioned it because I knew you would never come. I didn’t want you to feel bad. And I loved spending my weekend nights hanging out at your house with you. I’ve never been big into partying.”
Except for the last couple years.
I punt kick that meddling devil off my shoulder even if that inner voice is right.
At some stage, I’m going to have to fess up to Selena. To tell her all the shit I’ve done in our time apart. My gut tightens at the thought.
What she thinks of me matters.
And she’s bound to be disappointed.
A part of me just wants to get it out there, but I’m not telling her tonight. I don’t want to ruin one of the best days of my life, and I know she’ll be upset when she hears.
“Promise me, from now on, you’ll tell me when there are parties or events.” She cups my cheek. “I meant what I said. I want to do normal stuff with you. Don’t shield any of that from me.”
I press a kiss to her palm. “I won’t. We’re in this together.”
“We are.” A devilish smile graces her mouth. “Now, if we’re done talking, I’m ready for you to kiss me again.”
“Not sick of me yet?” I tease, clasping the nape of her neck.
“Never,” she whispers over my lips. “I will never tire of you.”
I kiss her with more determination this time, sweeping my tongue into her mouth, stifling a groan as she meets my determination with a level of her own. Soon, we are grinding against one another, our hands exploring with urgency, and I’m worried I’m passing the point of no return. My need for her is building to an all-consuming no-turning-back point, and she’s not ready for that part of me yet. Reluctantly, I break the kiss, pausing to draw a breath and compose myself.
“What’s wrong?” she pants.
“Absolutely nothing—except you’re too fucking gorgeous and I’m having trouble controlling myself.”
“Then don’t,” she blurts, her cheeks staining red.
“Sel.” My face contorts in pain. “I know you said you wanted spontaneous, but I think we should plan the first time we make love.”
“I agree,” she says, nodding, “but right now, I want you to touch me and I…I want to touch you.”
My cock, already down with this plan, throbs behind my pajama pants.
“You need to tell me where you want me to touch you.” This is not something I’m comfortable second-guessing. I need clear guidance so I don’t do anything that will upset her.
She takes my hand, pulling it down to her pajama-covered chest. “Touch me here.”
“Lie flat on your back,” I whisper, and she obliges. Her white-blonde hair fans out around her on the pillow, and she looks like an angel fallen to Earth. “You are so Goddamned beautiful, Selena.” I graze my fingers along her face, then down onto her neck, across her collarbone, and lower. My pulse is pounding, my fingers shaky as I slide my hand over her tits, gently caressing them through the material of her sleep top.
A soft moan leaves her lips, and she arches her body into my hand. “More,” she whispers, looking at me with complete trust.
