My shoulders relax, but only a little. “Then who?”
“Nobody. I only meant I’ve…” her head dips, her voice muffles. “usedatoobrushbefaw.”
“What did you say?”
She lifts her head. “My electric toothbrush.”
“You what?” I blink. “You fucked your electric toothbrush?” A lungful of air bursts out of me in a laugh, but it’s more relief.
Her head nods. Her cheeks burn scarlet. “I didn’t put it in me. Just… y’know. On the outside to make it tingle.”
Fucking hell. I run a hand over my face. My cock hard as a rock, wanting to give her all the tingles. My lips curve into a smile as I watch her cheeks glow almost purple now, her hands clutching the bedsheets with white knuckles.
More laughter bursts out of me before I can stop it, the tension cracking wide open. “Well, shit,” I say, clutching the cold can. “Guess I know what to get you for graduation.”
She lifts her head, eyes swelling with unshed tears. “What?”
I shrug, acting all nonchalant while I take another sip of beer. “I heard the new sonic pro toothbrush is good. Has five settings, long battery life. Maybe I’ll get you a water flosser too. You can really go to town.”
She bursts out laughing. “You’re such a dick.”
Fuck, I love it when she laughs. I place the can of beer down on the bedside table, wanting to hold her and reassure her that this has nothing to do with her weight or her only sexual experience to be with a toothbrush, but the minute I sit on the bed next to her and gaze in her eyes, full of unshed tears and vulnerability, I lose any ounce of strength I had to resist her.
“Fuck it.” I take her face between my palms and crush my lips against hers. My chest fills with warmth, my stomach tightens, my dick thickening, and my balls drawing up tight.
Her lips part beneath mine, warm and tentative at first, then bolder. She leans into me like she’s been waiting for this—like I’m the first man who’s ever made her feel wanted.
She’s like heaven. The sun on my face, watermelon on a summer’s day and sugar on my tongue. She murmurs, vibrating against my mouth as she deepens the kiss, her tongue sliding against mine, matching every stroke, her little moans like a skylark’s song, lighting up my soul.
I slow it down, brushing my thumb across her cheek as I kiss her again. Softer this time. Deeper. No rush. Just the heat building between us like a fuse about to blow.
I pull back, breath ragged. “Are you sure this is what you want, Sunshine?”
Her chest rises and falls, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes. I want you, Hayden. I want this. I want you to be my first.”
My whole body tightens. I brush a strand of hair from her face, studying her expression. “You never forget your first. You know that, don’t you?”
“Then make it a night worth remembering,” she whispers in my ear, trusting me, and I don’t take that lightly.
“All right.” My fingers stroke between her thighs, over damp cotton. Nipples pebble through her t-shirt and as much as I love seeing her in my clothes, I’m desperate to shred it in two.
I kiss her again, knowing what I’m doing is so fucking wrong, but I don’t want to be right. I pepper her face with kisses.
I tug at her t-shirt. “Take this off.”
She lifts her arms, letting me peel it over her head. My eyes trail down the curves she’s tried to hide—the softness of her belly, the roundness of her breasts, her thick thighs pressed together like temptation itself.
I glance up at an old wooden dressing table. Her back reflected in the large mirror, my fingers outlining every crease. “You’re beautiful.”
She kisses me again. “You’ve already scored. You don’t have to lie to me.” She says it with a smile as if it’s a joke, but I’m not laughing.
“I’m serious, Faith.” With nothing but the light from a bedside lamp, I hold her face in my palms, mapping out every freckle. “Turn around.”
I help her turn towards the mirror above the dresser, guiding her so she’s sitting in front of me.
I tug my jeans off and pull my t-shirt off with one hand, then settle behind her, my thighs bracketing hers, and brush her hair off her shoulder.
“Look,” I whisper. “This is what I see.”
