“Well, here’s to a semi-first date?” She tilted her head and waited for my answer.
“Yup. The next one I’m taking you out, though.”
“Let’s see how this one goes first. You’re a little too eager at the plate. Be patient. Watch a couple pitches.”
“I take back every compliment I said about you and baseball. Your perfectly timed metaphors are hindering what I want to do.”
“Don’t get yourself benched.” She oozed smugness with that one and I mimicked her by crossing my eyes.
“Watch yourself, Callie. That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble.” I took another sip of beer but held her gaze. It was sensual as fuck. She ran her finger down the side of the bottle and nibbled on her lip. I needed to gain control or the night would be the death of me.
“Really, now? What are you going to do about it?” As soon as she said the words, her eyes widened. I saw my chance and she knew it. I set my beer on down and cornered her against the counter. Her pulse raced in her neck. I took the bottle from her hands and put it behind her. I still hadn’t touched her. I placed my hands on either side of her, trapping her, and ran my nose down her neck. She shook, which matched my own nerves.Fuck yeah.
“You smell fucking amazing.” I pressed a light kiss on the spot between her neck and shoulder, somehow wanting to mark her as mine. She made the smallest noise when I did that. Her eyes were squeezed closed. “Callie. Open your eyes.”
“Mmm. I’d rather not.”
I traced her face. My thumbs went to the spots where her dimples were and over her bottom lip. It trembled at my touch and I knew we were close.
“Open them.” I bent lower, pressing a light kiss to her jaw line. I kneaded the back of her neck where I knew she loved it. “I need to see your eyes.”
“W-why?” She kept them closed. I tilted her head back, my hand covering her entire neck. The sight of her petite neck against my skin made me hard as fuck. But I no longer thought using my little guy. I ran my tongue down her neck, stopping when I got to her jaw.
“Because, Callie, I want you to see what happens when we have our first kiss. I’ve had a lot of firsts, but I have a feeling this one is going to change things for good.”
She opened them slowly and I kissed her. It was unlike any kiss I had ever had. She tasted like beer and mint and I knew I would crave that flavor for the rest of my life. I pulled her hips to mine, her hands pulling on the back of my shirt. I started it gently, enjoying the taste of her. I would’ve spent hours teasing her, but she deepened the kiss by sliding her tongue inside mine. I groaned.
“Fucking hell, Callie.” I pulled back, panting. I kept my hand in her wild hair but put distance between our faces. I couldn’t trust my mouth not to be on hers if they were near each other. My world was rocked. Nothing was the same. “That was…”
“Yeah. Yeah. Damn.” She ran her fingers over her lips. I smiled. I couldn’t help it and she gave me a weird look. “Why are you smiling like that?”
“I know it makes me sound like a sap, but that was a million times better than I imagined it would be.” I scooted closer and pressed a quick peck on her. “Seriously, best fucking first kiss ever.”
She grinned bashfully and nodded. “I’ll give you that. My knees are shaking.”
“You should’ve said something.” I picked her up and set her on the counter. “Better?”
“Show off. Hmm. I should be worried about how you kissed that well, but I’m not. I won’t be able to think about much else the rest of the night.”
“Hmm. How about the rest of the week?” I stood against her and couldn’t stop touching her. I ran my hands down her hips, her legs, her arms, and bent low again, stopping right in front of her mouth. “And, Callie?”
“Hmm?” She had her eyes closed again and lips parted for me.
“Believe me on this, no one has ever affected me like you do. This is new for me.”
“God, you’re good with words. Has anyone ever told you that?”
“Nope. You’re the first.” And the compliment made me feel like a million bucks.
“I like that. Being one of your firsts.” She leaned in to my palm, pressing a light kiss on it. “Now, let me teach you how to cook.”
“I’m all in.”
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“This wasn’t that hard to make. Why is it always so expensive at restaurants?” I asked her an hour later as we ate beef Wellington. It melted in my mouth and I wanted to cry a little bit. It wasthatgood.
“The selection of steak is what is pricey. I mean, these two fillets were like twenty bucks. It’s misleading about how easy it is, though. Do you think you’d try to make it yourself sometime?”
