"Screw being friends. I thought we already went over this."
She tilts her head. "Ithoughtyou were giving me time to decide."
"I know,I know but I'm having a really hard time keeping my hands to myself," I say as I run my hands across her low back.
"I can tell," she answers, her golden-brown eyes watch me from under hooded eyelashes.
"I'm just going to keep asking until you agree."
"What if I take too long? Or you grow bored?" she asks, self-consciously. Her eyes are filled with worry and apprehension. That just won't do.
"I will never grow tired of you, Daredevil.Never."
"It's not a crazy thought. Have you ever had a real girlfriend?"
I swallow uncomfortably, it's not like her question is that far off base or totally unreasonable. "No, but that doesn't mean I'm not ready for this or that I can't fully commit. I've never wanted this so much before, Millie."
She seems a little taken aback by my declaration. She shakes her head, "I'm not asking for forever or anything but I do want to make sure this is really what you want, that I'm what you want."
I lean down, so that my eyes are directly in her line of sight. "I want forever on the table, Millie. That's how strongly I feel aboutyou. Aboutus."
Her eyes never leave mine but then she closes them and my heart drops to my feet. I feel extremely vulnerable right now but if there is anyone I am willing to put my heart on my sleeve for, it'sher.
"Talk to me, baby."
"No more talking," she says as her finger comes up to cover my lips.
She licks her lips with anticipation and suddenly it dawns on me what she wants. My eyes follow the trail of her tongue across her parched skin. Before my next thought I'm leaning forward, and my lips are slamming into hers.
My mouth swallows her gasp, devouring her. Her lips feel heavenly as they probe mine to give into the sensations running rampant in my body right now. She meets each thrust of my tongue with equal enthusiasm. It feels like my cells are all bursting, a fire igniting in my heart. One that only burns for her. I reach up, one hand threads through her curly hair and the other finds the soft curve of her low back.
She moans and that only spurs me on. I pull her so tightly to my body that there's no way she doesn't feel my excitement.
I take my time, making the kiss long, thorough and utterly earth shattering.
When I finally pull away she whimpers from the loss and I know exactly how she feels because I feel it too. I place my forehead against hers once again and just breathe her in. This is my new favorite feeling. Being this close to her, feeling her inhales against my chest, her tongue on my lips. My hands on her body.It's heaven.
I hear her sigh and then she asks, "Are they always that good?" Her voice a little hazy, like she's drunk on the feeling just like me.
I pull back slightly, just enough to see her eyes but not lose contact with her body. "What do you mean?"
"Kisses."
"You don't know?"
My heart starts to pound in my chest, not because I'm scared that I'm her first. No, I'm fucking ecstatic at the possibility. "You've never been kissed before?" I prompt when she doesn't answer.
She swallows nervously and that just isn't okay. I don't ever want her nervous around me. "It's okay if you haven't. I'm rather excited at the idea that I'm your first."
My admission seems to ease her.
"No," she finally answers, seemingly less self-conscious than she was a second ago. She reaches up and hooks her hand around the back of my neck, pulling me closer to her before whispering, "Can we do it again?"
Her question is like music to my ears. Instead of answering with words, I close the little bit of distance between our lips. Minutes must pass before we finally come up for air. My bodyhums with the need to consume her. I want it all. I want everything she's willing to give me.
"That kiss feels like a first for me too," I quietly admit.
"What do you mean?" she asks, her head tilted in confusion.
