“You had this the whole time?” I ask and sip from the can, relief instantly. “Such a dick move.”
He shrugs and drinks from the bottle without the chaser because he is a show off. “Here I thought I was going for chivalrous. Turns out I am a dick.”
I nudge him because I know he is kidding. My arms are folded over my chest from the cold and I can’t help but shiver.
“Come here,” he says, opening his arms to me and I go willingly.
“We can go inside. I just wanted to be away from the crowd, and I know you hate it.”
His words melt me, they so melt me. I look up at him. “You remember that?”
A few stray hairs stick to my lips from the wind and he uses his finger to move them. “I remember everything.”
I don’t know what to say, so I rest my head against his chest and cherish the embrace. “I owe you an explanation.”
I look up as he says it. “For what?”
“Fighting this thing between us. I know I have hurt you, Mya.”
“You admit there is something here?”
He nods, and kisses me quickly and sweetly on my lips. “I was being a dick denying it. I think about you all the time.”
“Me too, but I am still a virgin and you hate that.”
He chuckles and shakes his head no as he takes another drink from thePatron. “I don’t hate it. It freaked me out, yeah. I feel like a scandalous creep hitting on you. You are twenty-one and I am thirty-three. When you told me you are a virgin, I knew I couldn’t give you shit.”
“Can you now?” I know asking seems forward, but if he still can’t, I need to leave.
He pulls back to look at me, placing both hands on my cheeks. “I want to, fuck, I really want to, Mya.”
I lean up and kiss him, desperate to finally feel him with no fear or bullshit. The minute his tongue hits mine, he pulls me in tighter and takes the control from me.
“Fuck. I want you, Mya,” he says, and brings my lips to his again before stepping backwards until he is sitting on the edge of the concrete border surrounding the roof. “I can’t fight it anymore. I am so weak.” I feel his hands snake up under my coat and sweater. One hand stays at the small of my back and the other slides up to my neck holding me to him.
I only break the kiss long enough to take a breath before wrapping my arms around his neck and testing the waters. I split my legs over his. I am still standing, but over his lap. I feel his erection against me when I come closer and he pulls my hips against him.
“You’re going to fall off of here.” I point to the ledge he is on and know if I grind on him again, we both will go over.
“Come here,” he says, and takes me to this sitting area that has a cover and a tall heater. He sits back on a loveseat patio couch thing and pulls me onto his lap. “I won’t be fucking you here. Just want to feel you, Pet.”
I shiver at his words, and he assumes it’s from the cold as he reaches back and flips a switch on the heater. “Grind on my dick again,” he tells me before pulling me close. I do as he asks, moaning because he feels so good. The seam between the crotch of my jeans helps, too.
I feel his hands as they expertly work my belt and jeans open. I meet his eyes, both of us frozen knowing we are going further than a few kisses. I am just as out of control as he is. This has been months in the making and the tension is killing us both. As if he is waiting on me to approve, I kiss him quickly before nibbling on his ear.
“Touch me…” I plead, and it was over, the fight was gone. I felt his hand go down the front of my panties, then pleasure. His fingers stroke me side to side right over my clit. He isn’t playing or teasing. He fingers me with the soul intent to get me off.
“Right there,” I pant and rise up a little, so he has more room. I want to touch him, so badly, but I am frozen in the position and unable to move as he works me so fucking good.
“Fuck. Come on my fingers, Mya.”
“There, there, holy fuck, there!” I cry out when the first wave knocks into me and his mouth finds mine.
I groan loud and thrust against his fingers as his teeth bite my lips.
“That’s it. That’s my girl.”
Those words coming from his mouth after fighting to get him to see me, broke me. “Oh God, Sam.”
