“I’m still not following,” she says. Her voice is so soft it’s merely coming out in a rasp.
With my heart pounding in my chest, I give in to my desires, scoop my arm around her back, and pull her into me. This time, without warning, I kiss her like I’ve wanted to since the first time. I’ve let my thoughts fall to the wayside as I lift her up and walk down to my bedroom with her. I don’t even have sheets on my damn bed yet. Shit.
While I expect her to stop me before we reach my room, I’m more surprised when she doesn’t. I’m shocked when she blindly closes the door behind us. I pull away for a moment to assess the situation in the bedroom but find sheets and bedding in place. “Ahh, I didn’t put my bed together yet … ”
“There was a big box that said, ‘Bedding.’ I thought you might be tired when you got home, so I figured I’d try to make it easier for you to get into bed.”
“I don’t know, Kai. I get the feeling you had additional intentions,” I tell her. “Are you sure that’s the only reason?”
She’s gazing at me with an unsettled look. I’m not sure I understand what thoughts are going through her head, but I need to know what she’s thinking. “I’ve never—”
Now, I’m pretty sure I know what she’s thinking, and since she said she hadn’t been kissed, I assumed the rest. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I had no intentions of pushing you. I like you, Kai, and that’s what I care about. I want to get to know everything that makes up who you are. The other parts are bonuses, but I’ve learned to have patience in life.”
“I have no more patience,” she tells me.
“Why me?” I ask her. It’s the one damn question I can’t seem to get out of my head.
“I feel something for you that I haven’t felt with anyone before. I haven’t let anyone in or close enough because nothing has ever seemed right, but this—for some reason I may never understand—feels really, really right, Denver.”
“I feel the same,” I tell her before eliminating the space between our lips again. I just want to kiss this girl and feel her body wrapped up with mine like it is right now. I carefully lay her down on top of my perfectly made bed and climb over her, keeping my balance on all fours while analyzing the new look in her eyes. “We don’t have to do this now. There’s no rush,” I tell her.
“I need you,” she mutters. “And I’m not even sure I know what that means.”
“You’re telling me no one has ever touched your beautiful body before?”
She nods her head. “No one.”
“What about you? Surely, you’ve—”
She tosses her arm over her face with embarrassment. “I can’t believe we’re having this discussion right now.”
“I just want to make sure I handle you with care,” I tell her. My arms are beginning to shake from holding myself up, but not from the weight. I’m not sure how much longer I can maintain control with her.
“I have Thumper,” she says.
“Thumper?” I repeat.
“The Rabbit.”
“I—”
“It’s a vibrator. I just haven’t used it …”
“I have to see this thing. Thumper, really? Do you think about the rabbit—I mean. Bambi? It’s such a sad movie.”
“Leave Thumper alone,” she argues.
“My sister has a friend who named her vibrator Shermanator. Like from the movie, American Pie. I don’t even know how that got brought up, but it was pretty much the funniest story I’ve ever heard about a vibrator before. Yours can now be the saddest,” I tease.
“It’s not sad!”
“Well, does it look like a rabbit? Like, is it hairy?”
“No,” she says with embarrassment-filled laughter.
“Okay, well I need to see this thing next time you have it on you.”
“On me?” She questions loudly.
