“What should I be doing?”
He looked down at the swimsuit concerned.
“Is it the weight? Does it bother you?” I asked bewildered, lifting myself up to not put my weight on his legs.
“No, the opposite. I like it too much when you do that.”
“Oh.”
I didn’t know what to do or say, and instead of doing something to make the moment less awkward, he blurted out another uncomfortable question.
“Does it bother you if I do this?” He let his hands slide into the jean pockets at my butt.
“No,” I mumbled faintly.
Will started sucking my earlobe, making a series of chills go down my black, and I writhed. Without realizing it, I rocked harder and harder on his hips. Right then I couldn’t think of anything but feeding my body, which was hungry for something that I was unfamiliar with.
“June.”
“Mmm?”
Will cradled my face in his hands to gaze at me with his silvery eyes.
“I don’t think . . . I mean, we’re not at that point, right?”
What point? We were just kissing. Oh man, did he mean that?
“No, at least I’m not,” I stuttered clumsily.
We aren’t even together, since you’re the one who wants to take things slow, I wanted to yell at him.
“Do you want to go back and join everyone else?”
Will’s question left me perplexed.
“I don’t know. Do you?”
“No, June.”
His hands squeezed my butt firmly then moved up to lightly scratch my back, sending a wave of tremors down my spine. I let myself taste his mouth, and my hands slid down his lean abdomen. I would’ve been shocked by my audacity sober, but right now, I decided not to think about it and enjoy the moment.
I moved my center of gravity forward, causing Will to let out a moan as he licked my neck. I felt him breathing on my neck.
“June.”
My name was now a turned-on moan that flowed from his mouth and touched mine with a fragmented rhythm.
“Oh yeah, keep going.”
I felt his breath shatter into a million pieces. He grabbed my thighs, planted his fingertips into my flesh, then threw his curly head backward.
“Will.”
A boiling wave rushed over my stomach, and I felt heat grow between my legs, but after a few moments I noticed that it wasn’t just a feeling. I saw him pant with parted lips and red cheeks like he’d just finished a long run. I writhed.
“Are you okay? Do you want to go outside to get some air?”
“Fuck. Sorry, I—”
