“I really don’t want you to go but you need to. I didn’t want to tell you that because I don’t want you to think I’m teasing you. But I just really want you to know that I don’t want you to go.”
Her confessions are sweet melodies to my ears, and her words of affection and affirmation are sounds I never want to stop hearing.
I lift her hand to my lips and press a kiss to her knuckles. Her eyes fall to my lips, and then she gives me that look she gave me when she confessed she’d never been kissed.
Needy desire and desperation light her eyes.
It’s a look I’ve been dying to see again.
I disconnect our hands and circle my arm around her waist, tugging her into me. She clings to me with ease
“I told you what would happen the next time you looked at me like that.”
She doesn’t speak.
Doesn’t even breathe.
Just gives me a single nod letting me know she remembers.
With my free hand, I slide my fingers under her chin and grip it gently.
“Baby, if you don’t tell me to stop, I’m gonna kiss you.”
She says nothing.
“Fuck it.”
I close the distance between us and kiss her, brushing my mouth over hers.
She tastes of honey.
So fucking sweet.
Her lips tremble under the pressure. I realize she might be scared. It’s her first kiss, and she doesn’t know what to do, but my brave girl keeps her beautiful, sweet lips pressed to mine. After a few beats, they begin to move perfectly in time with mine.
She melts into every pull and twist, as if she’s been starving for this moment just as long as I have. I don’t want to stop, but my dick is painfully hard and that tells me I need to.
Reluctantly, I pull back.
Her eyes flutter open, and her whiskey eyes stare into mine as two teardrops roll down her cheek.
I should step back. Let her go. Give her space to process.
But I don’t. I can’t. I keep her close to me, unable to read her expression. I can’t tell what’s going on in her head, but there’s a storm brewing behind those beautiful eyes of hers. I sense it. They’re distant, her breath shallow.
And when she blinks, the chaos is clear as day.
She’s spiraling.
I cup her cheeks in my hands.
“Erin,” I whisper.
Her breath hitches as if I’ve broken the spell she’s been under.
“Listen to me, baby. I get it. You’re freaking out. Your thoughts are probably going a hundred miles an hour. So I’m gonna give you some space, okay? Go inside. Get into bed. Whatever you’re feeling, let it in. This next part is yours to figure out. And when you’re ready to come to me, I’ll be here.” I brush my thumbs over her skin just beneath her eyes.
I tilt her head toward me and kiss her forehead.
