“You hate it. I can see it on your face.”
“No, it’s sweet.”
“I’ll stop.”
“Don’t.” I grab his hand. “I like it. I was only curious.” I bite his thumb.
“What was that for?”
“I don’t know. I just wanted to bite you.”
He laughs and tugs on one of my loose curls, then tucks it behind my ear. His gaze softens and moves to my lips. “You’ve got something.” He leans in closer and wipes the corner of my mouth with the rough pad of his thumb.
“Did you get it?”
“I don’t know. Let me look.” He grabs my chin and presses his lips to mine in a swift motion that catches me off guard but is welcome. His lips move against mine, smelling of garlic and tasting of beer.
It’s a damn good thing I’m sitting down because my knees are weak.
He pulls back. “Was that okay?”
I respond by moving in for another kiss. I slip my tongue into his mouth and he groans, placing his hands on the sides of my neck. He doesn’t make a move for anything more. He simply kisses me soft and sweet, letting me be in control of where this is going. I want more so much more, but I don’t want to rush this.
I’ve never dated. Never had a boyfriend. This is all new to me.
“How about that milkshake?” I suggest to keep myself from inviting him into my bed.
“Whatever you want.”
Over the next week, we settle into a routine. Lunatic comes over for dinner, or we go out. Tonight he’s taking me to a movie. We’ve made out, but everything has stayed over the clothes. I know I set the pace of taking things slow, but now I’m thinking that things are moving too slow.
He’s taking me to the movies tonight to watch some new horror flick.
We’re doubling with Hero and his woman, Ophelia. I’ve met her a few times. She’s sweet.
I video call Gwynee for advice on my outfit. “Do I look cheap?” I show her the jeans and black halter top I’m wearing.
“You look great.”
“You sure?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“I think tonight might be the night.”
“You sure you’re ready?” Gwynee knows some of my history, but she doesn’t know the last time I had penetrative sex it was when Tyrant raped me. I’ve worked through it in therapy, but I am nervous. Not about Lunatic. I know he would never hurt me. The rumble of a motorcycle sounds from outside.
“Ooh, he’s here. Talk later.”
“I want details,” she shouts as I end the call.
I slip on my black boots and grab my wristlet and keys.
As I’m coming out the door, my sexy biker is walking up.
He lets out a whistle and holds my hand up for me to give him a twirl. “Damn, that ass.” He pulls me in for a kiss that turns very handsy.
“I mean, we can skip the movie,” I murmur against his lips.
