His browfurrowedand he groaned in frustration, annoyed that other people would talk about him like this, butdidn’tsay anything and let her continue, not wanting to shut her down when she was finallyopening up.
“And I need to be honest with you, Trist.I’ma romantic. I lovelove. I write poetry aboutlove,I read books about love.I’vewrittenlengthy research papers on the most popular couples in literature.I’mnot interested in just hooking upor some kind of friends with benefit situation.”
“Tessathat’sthe last thing I want with you.I’mnot interested in that at all. I want way more than that with you. These past two months thatwe’vespent togetherhavebeen torture. Each day I fall for youmore and more, andI sobadly wantto know every part of you. But I just feel likeyou’reholding back from me, and ifit’sbecauseyou’reafraid all that I want is to hook up with you and nothing else, please rest assured baby,that’snot true.”
She looked at him through her thick eyelashes, unsure of what to say.
“What are you thinking about?”
“You know in high school, a lot of the girls called me a slut.” Hecouldn’thide the shock on hisface;she seemed like the lastgirl that would give off those vibes. “It was because I went on so many dates. But I went on so many dates because ifIdidn’tlike someone rightaway,I had no interest in continuing to see them andwastemy time. I justdidn’twant to do anything ifitwasn’tgoing to be love, you know?That’show much of a romantic I am.”
The rain was pouring down at this point. Soft thunder could be heard in the distance, and the emotional tension in the car was almost uncomfortable. The energy between the two of them feltliterally electric, and it somehowfelt like they had been inching closer togetherunconsciously.
“So then can you give me a chance?Let’stry to do this for real, and if youdon’tfeel that spark, if you feel bored or likeI’ma waste of your time, just tell me, andI’lllet you go in peace. But I will drive myself crazy if Idon’tat least get a chance with you.”
He lifted her hand up and brought it to his mouth, giving the back of her hand a gentle kiss before softly running his lips along the smooth skin. She felt a warmth spread through her belly down between herlegs andalso felt an unfamiliar fluttering that made her close her legs tightly. She had been kissed, she had been touched, but for some reason she had never felt this before.
“What do you think?” His voice cut throughthe silence. Shedidn’trealize that there was a long stretch where neither of themspoke,and she was unable to take her eyes away from his lips on her skin.
“I think I want you to kiss me,” she whispered, her voice sure but shaking.
Tristan stilled, Tessa’s hand stillsecureagainst his lips, and he brought his eyesto hers.
Hesearched themfor any hesitation oruncertainty anddidn’tsee any. Instead, he saw icy blue eyes that were full of want, desire, and a tiny hint ofanxiety. He felt a rush of warmth pulse through his body upon hearing her words, and he eagerly reached forward and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, urging her to move forward to meet him halfway.
Her heart was thuddingwildly,and she felt her hands shaking, but she knew she wantedthis, andwilled herself to let her fears fall awayand allow herself to feel the excitement and happiness of the moment.
When his lips finally met hers, he made sure to move slowly, allowing her to set the pace, but also allowing himself to really take in and feel the curvesand silkiness of her lips. His long fingers tangled into herhair,and he inched forward even more, needing to be as close to her as possible.He had kissed his fair share of girls, to put itlightly, but this made him feel likeaschoolboyhaving his first encounter.He felt like his lips were on fire from the touch of hers, and the subtle scent of vanilla from her soft golden hair was intoxicating. He was fighting an impossible battle between his mind and his body. His mind willing him to go slow, be a gentleman,to keep it PG and not to scare her off; but his heartand body were screaming for victory, wanting to pull her flush against him, to feel her tongue against his, to make her moan in ways that would surely undo him. But he was a man who had mastered being in control, and he kept the kiss light and unwrapped his hand from herhair tobreak from the kiss, but to his surprise and delight, she did not have the same plans.
She could feel it; he was holding back. And even though the thought of kissing Tristan hadoriginally made her paralyzed with anxiety, now that it wasactually happening, all she felt was desire.
She pulled him desperately back to her, rejoining their lips and running her hands along his broad shoulders, which gave him the courage to place his hands on her hips. His hands almost wrapped all the way around her thin frame, and the sensation oftheir size difference was dangerously thrilling.
Hewasn’table to hold back anymore, and slid his tongue into hermouth, eliciting a deep and seductive moan fromher that made his already hard cock twitch. She tasted like fuckingheaven, and hecouldn’thelp his mind from wandering to what other parts of her would taste like.
Tristan was so wrapped up in theadrenalineand excitement of being close with her like this, feeling her hands roaming over his body, her soft tongue in his mouth, and hearing her little moans of pleasure that he didn’t realize that she had climbed on top of him and was straddling him – that is, until she started grinding against him. Alightningbolt ofpleasure surged through his body, causing him to tremor, and abruptly bringinghim back to reality. He stilled her hips with his large hands and broke away from her, panting heavily, and looking deep into her eyes.
“What is it?” she asked shyly. “Do you not want to-”
“Fuck yes I want to,” he answeredimmediately. “But I alsodon’twant to go too far. The longer I have you on top of me likethisthe lessI’llbe able to control myself.”
She smiled shyly and he absolutely adored the blush that crept into her cheeks.
“I really do like you,” she said in a whisper. His heart thudded loudly hearing her words and howdelicately they came out.
“Fuck, me toobabe. And I thinkthat’swhy I want to make sure Idon’ttake it too far. You deserve more than hooking up in a truck.” He chuckled and leaned in to give her a soft kiss. “Let me take you on a date,” he said, “A real one.”
“What,is our study session tomorrow not considered a date?” Her tone waslightheartedand there was amischievousand teasing look in her eyes that he thought was the cutest thing he had ever seen. Hecouldn’thelp but laugh at her antics.
“Trust me, Thursdays are my favoritedayof the week. But no,that’snot a date. I mean a real one. Something completely unrelated to school. Let me take you to dinner at the steakhouseacross from campus. And then I can take you on a very exclusivebackstage tour of the facilities and locker rooms.”
“Oooh, the VIP experience?” She said with a smile.
“Special just for you baby.”
She sighed, feeling a very unfamiliar but delicious warmthsenda tingle down her belly and between her legs. She shifted to find some friction against thefeeling,and he moaned aloud.
“I’m justgonnamove you over here,” he said with a nervous laugh as he took heroff ofhis lap, “Before I come in my pants.”
