“I want to,” I whisper. “I do, but I’m scared.”
He shimmies his boxers back up his legs, climbs up beside me, and gently pulls me into his arms. “It’s okay. I get it, and we don’t have to do it tonight.”
“But you’re…” I trail off, pointedly staring at the ginormous bulge now hidden behind black cotton.
“I’m fine.” He dots kisses into my hair. “This was about you.”
Tears prick my eyes, but they’re the happy kind.
This is why I was subconsciously waiting.
I was always waiting for Zayn.
I just didn’t know it.
Chapter Eight
Emery
“Oh my god,” I whisper, clutching Zayn’s arm tight as I spot the couple across from us in the restaurant. “That’s my ex and the girl he cheated on me with.” I subtly nudge my head in the direction of their table. Noah is currently feeding his new girlfriend her steak, staring at her with massive googly eyes. I’d like to say it doesn’t bother me, but I feel a little ill watching them together.
“What a coincidence.” He squeezes my thigh under the table.
I look away, fidgeting with my napkin.
Zayn’s arm circles my shoulders, and he pulls me in close. “Ignore them. He’s a tool for letting you go for that ho. She’s actually got her hand in his pants under the table. Jerking him off in public isso classy,” he drawls snidely.
A stab of pain tightens my chest as I stare at them. Sure enough, her hand is moving under the table. “Is that all guys care about?” I say, thinking aloud. “He dumped me because I wouldn’t put out, so I’m guessing it is.”
“Hey.” Zayn tips my chin up as the waitress sets plates down on the table. “Not everyone is like that jackass. I didn’t push it last weekend when you weren’t ready to take it any further, did I? Not everything is about sex.”
Heat blooms in my cheeks as I recall last Friday night in Zayn’s bedroom when I let him go down on me. Noah had done it one time, but I didn’t like it. Clearly, he had no fucking clue what he was doing because Zayn coaxed the most intense orgasm from my body, and I was tempted to sleep with him, but I’m glad he stopped it because I wasn’t quite ready. Zayn is hot as fuck when he’s fully clothed, but that’s nothing on naked Zayn. His body is to die for. Cut in all the right places, and his dick is big. So big I freaked out, worrying it would hurt. He was such a sweetheart about it. Knowing what I needed before I did, and he didn’t even attempt to convince me, which I appreciated.
A strange sense of awareness ghosts over me as I watch Noah devour Chrissy’s lips. His hands are all over her, and he’s ravishing her mouth in a way he never did with me. I know now I was right to not sleep with him. He and I didn’t have that kind of passion.
But Zayn and I do.
His kisses light a fuse inside me, and every part of me tingles from his touch. My pussy has been throbbing for weeks, and I’m done being a good girl. I’m done waiting for the perfect opportunity.
Summer school ended yesterday. I’ll start senior year in a couple of weeks, and I don’t want to return to school a virgin.
I’m under no illusion about Zayn and me. I don’t see a future for us. We attend different schools, and we both have goals and commitments that mean we won’t have time for a relationship. It’s the unspoken agreement between us. Before we part ways, I want to do this with him. I know he’ll make it good and leave me with a memory I’ll always cherish.
“I want to do it with you,” I blurt, looking into his gorgeous brown eyes. “I want you to take my virginity. Tonight.”
His eyes flare with lust. “Are you sure?”
I bob my head enthusiastically. “I am.”
His lips collide with mine in a hungry kiss that curls my toes. “I promise I’ll make it so good for you,” he murmurs.
“I know.” I link my fingers behind the back of his neck, rubbing the velvety-soft hair there. “I trust you.”
A glimmer of some indecipherable emotion flashes in his eyes, but it’s gone so fast I’m not sure I didn’t imagine it.
“Are you sure?” he asks again, closing his bedroom door and turning to face me.
Nerves fire at me from all directions, but I haven’t changed my mind. “I’m sure.” Walking up to him on shaky limbs, I press my mouth to his. “Make love to me, Zayn.”
