“I am?”I asked but didn’t wait for his answer.I ordered,“So clear things up.”
He shook his head, looked away, then back at me, “I guessI’m asking if it’s okay if I can kiss you.”
Not expecting that, I stared at him.
“If you’re not ready, then I can wait for when you’reready,” he hurried on.“But I’d really like to—”
He didn’t finish because I leaned forward and kissed him.
It was chaste, no tongue.
Then it was not chaste, I was again on my back on theblanket, Darius’s chest pressed to mine, and there was lots of tongue and evenmore happening to my body.
It was a warm day, but I wasn’t warm.
I was hot.
Burning up as the wind whispered through the aspens andDarius’s tongue played in my mouth.
It feltperfect.
Because itwasperfect.
But Darius didn’t even try for second base.He cut off thekiss by putting his hand to my face, lifting his head away and sweeping histhumb across my lips.
This gesture was as sweet as him asking for a kiss.
“We should probably stop now,” he whispered.
I was having trouble breathing.
So he was right.
“Do you wanna head back?”he offered.“Or watch the cloudsmore?”
I wanted to kiss more, but he didn’t offer that option.
So I took the one I wanted most, in that moment, in all theworld.
“Clouds.”
He grinned.
“Anyway, we haven’t eaten your mom’s cookies yet,” I pointedout.
“You’re right, we haven’t,” he agreed.“You wanna walkaround, get a different view?”
I didn’t want to leave that spot for the rest of my life.
I shook my head.
He settled back down, filtered his fingers through mine andput our hands to his belly again.
“Then we’ll stay right here,” he murmured.
That was the first time Darius Tucker gave me what I wanted,no discussion, no hassle.
It would be far from the last.
