“Oh,” is all she replies.
“Yeah, something like that,” I mutter against her cheek before kissing it.
“What?” she questions.
With a deep chuckle, I clarify, “Something like, ‘Oh, Jackson! Yes, Ja—’”
I catch her hand midair—by now, I can anticipate the swat she was aiming at my chest—and bring it to my mouth where I place a whisper of a kiss on the inside of her wrist.
“I love you. Do you know that?”
A dreamy sigh leaves her lips as a soft smile appears. “I do know that. And I love you too.”
Turning her around so her back is to my front again, she murmurs over her shoulder, “Now let’s see if I can make you come in your pants so at least one of us has a happy ending tonight.”
“Such a thorn in my side,” I whisper against the shell of her ear, eliciting a shiver to run down her spine.
“You’d probably love it if I scratched you up a bit.”
I throw my head back and groan as images flood my head of me hovering above Taevin while she claws at my back to keep herself anchored as I drive in and out of her.
My dick twitches in my pants just as Taevin does some twisting motion with her hips, driving me mad with desire.
Yep, I’m completely fucked.
14
Then
“What do you mean you’ve never flown a kite?” Jackson asks incredulously.
“I don’t know, okay? I just realized it myself when you told that guy after your game to ‘go fly a kite,’ that I’ve never actually flown one.”
With one hand on his steering wheel and the other on my thigh, he tells me, “Well, that’s unacceptable. We’re going to the store to buy one right now and then we’re going to fly a kite, dammit. I know the perfect place.”
“Like, today?”
“Yes. Right now.”
Peering out his windshield, I point to the darkening sky. “It looks like it might rain.”
“Nah, I think it’s just supposed to be windy and cloudy. Which is perfect kite-flying weather.”
I look down at my white sundress covered in yellow marigolds and shrug my shoulders. Well, if it rains maybe I’ll see that restraint of his slip. Especially considering I couldn’t wear a brawith the way the neckline plunges and the straps criss-cross in the back. Actually, now I’m praying for rain.
After a quick stop at the convenience store, we park his truck in the big prairie behind his house. Tall green grass stretches acres across the rolling hills that butt up to a line of trees in the distance. Patches of wild flowers are sprinkled throughout and I can’t help but stand in awe of the beauty of it all once I hop out of the cab.
“Jackson,” I gasp, taking it in.
Coming up behind me, he wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my head. “I’ve been waiting for the wild flowers to bloom so I could bring you out here.” After placing a kiss on my temple, he spins me around in his arms. “Let’s fly this kite, baby.”
Baby. He knows I’m putty in the palm of his hand when he calls me that. I don’t know why, but the way he says it and the way he looks at me when he does, makes me feel like I’m just as much his everything as he is mine.
The past three months have been a whirlwind of extreme highs as we’ve fallen head first, inexplicably in love with each other. I realize that likely everyone feels this way when they’re with their first love before it inevitably falls apart. But something about this feels so different from the young love my friends have experienced. It feels as if we’ve been tethered together and nothing and no one can tear us apart.
That’s why I’m ready for us to take the next step—I want him to make love to me. No, Ineedhim to. I’m dying for us to make that connection. It’s all I’ve been able to think about since his prom last weekend.
I’m so lost in thought as I gaze into his sea glass eyes, I hardly hear the first roll of thunder. Blinking out of my haze, I ask, “Should we be out here if it’s going to storm?”
