The first time I’d ever thought about kissing a boy.
We’d been thirteen, and the thought should’ve been scary, but it wasn’t. Nothing was scary with Iggy. Everything was always happiness and warmth and light.
I wished I’d kissed him back then, now that I knew how good it felt. Would’ve saved a whole lot of back-and-forth over whether or not Ireallyliked boys.
I liked boyssomuch, and even after all this time, Iggy was still my favorite boy of them all.
This kiss made my stomach clench and my heart race, blood pounding in my ears as Iggy shuffled closer, as if he was about to crawl into my chest.
How could kissing anyone feelthisgood?
“I want,” Iggy murmured against my lips, breathless.
A low whistle distracted me from whatever I’d been about to say in response.
Iggy’s face burned as I glanced over to see Wes staring at us, taking a long draught of his beer.
“It’s not so much that I thinkyoushould get a room,” he said. “It’s more thatIkinda want to get a room now.”
I laughed, pecking Iggy on the lips one last time before backing away, instantly missing his warmth.
Judging by the look in Wes’s eyes, Hayden was going to owe me a thank you tomorrow.
“Want me to take you home?” I asked, turning back to Iggy, who still looked a little dazed.
Good. I wanted to rock his world.
“I’d like that,” he said.
“Car keys are in the left-hand pocket,” I told him, patting his hip. “I’ll go say goodnight to Seth.”
12
Iggy
We barely madeit into the cabin before Harvey spun me around and pinned me to the door.
He was warm and solid, pressed against me from hip to shoulder and moving slow and rhythmic as he kissed with his whole body, one hand cupping my neck, the other curled around my hip, thumb stroking the skin just above the waistband of my jeans.
I was so turned on I couldn’t eventhink.
“You sure about this?” Harvey asked between kisses, turning his attention to my jaw while he waited for an answer. “Because I haven’t had sex in a couple of months and it’s probably clouding my judgement.”
“’s been a year and a half for me,” I managed, tongue refusing to cooperate with my brain.
At least, the part of my brain that was trying to talk. It was ready, willing, and eager to cooperate with the part of my brain that wanted to suck Harvey’s cock until he came down my throat.
“Might be clouding your judgement, too,” Harvey said, breath tickling the hairs on the back of my neck and sending a shiver down my spine.
“Could be,” I agreed, gasping as he nipped at my earlobe. “Don’t care.”
Harvey chuckled, and the sound throbbed in the pit of my stomach. Dear god he was sexy, so different from the awkward teenager I remembered.
Not that seventeen had been my sexiest age, either.
I hissed as Harvey’s hand slipped under my sweater, strong fingers roaming to the small of my back, pulling me close so I could feel his half-hard cock through all the layers of fabric between us.
“Oh fuck, youarehung,” I murmured, eyes falling closed as Harvey nuzzled my neck.
