Man of My Dreams(8)

But he hasn’t taken the usual stance a guy takes before going in for the kill. He’s backing away, hesitant, almost nervous even. I take a step closer. Maybe he needs help, or more proof that what I want more than anything is to be kissed. By him.

He doesn’t lean down and tilt his head; he brings his hands up to my face, his thumbs caressing my blush burned cheeks. I close my eyes to savor the smooth, amorous touch, taking it all in, and then I finally feel the connection of his lips on mine.

They’re soft and just moist enough to make me want more. His tongue pokes through my puckered pout, forcing a slow, delicious entrance. I part my lips to give into his sweet intrusion, and his tongue explores my mouth with slow circles and flicks. He pulls back, grazing the tip of my tongue ever so slightly with his own. That’s when I can’t control it anymore.

My hands reach up to bury themselves in his hair and I deepen the kiss by pulling him closer. My tongue caresses his with a building hunger. I pause from the stroking to trail my tongue across his top lip. In response he nibbles my lower lip with his teeth before capturing it with a subtle suck. This is hands down the best first kiss I have ever had. Ever!

We go on like this for what seems like hours under the ashy moonlight and shallow thumping of the music we left behind, alternating between slow, tender pecks and more intense groping. The sound of the bus pulling up at the curb is what finally breaks us away from each other.

“Wow!” He says to me, wiping away the remains of my lipstick from my mouth with his thumb.

“Wow is an understatement. Incredibly, breathtakingly awesome is more like it.”





Back in my dorm room, we can’t keep our hands off each other. So much for that movie. It never even made it into the DVD player. But it looks like my plan to have my way with Declan is working. I’m so glad Whitney is spending the night at her boyfriend’s apartment. No room for interruptions tonight.

“Mia. Wait. Stop.”

Declan’s hands are in my hair, his lips still trailing kisses on my neck. No, don’t stop that.

“What? What’s the matter?” I say, panting, trying to unbutton his jeans.

“It’s our first date. There’s plenty of time for…for our first time.”

I’m starting to wonder if his choice of song was the right one.

“Declan, I thought we made it clear back at the bar that we wanted each other. This is me wanting you.” My eager hands find their way back to his pants, but are stopped by Declan’s firm grip on my wrists.

He places my arms at my side, and we sit up on the bed, regaining normal breaths. He lifts his hands up to my face and cups my chin with one, pushing my bangs out of my eyes with the other. “Mia, I want you. I’ve never wanted someone so badly…ever. But…”

“But what, Declan? It seems simple to me. I want you, you want me. What more is there to know?”

He pauses, looking down at his fidgeting legs. “I’m a virgin, Mia.”

Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. How could a man who just serenaded me with one of the sexiest songs I’ve ever heard and who kisses the way he does be a virgin? Maybe I heard wrong. Maybe—

“I’m sorry I just blurted it out like that, and you have no idea how embarrassing this is to admit to you. I definitely want this...and you. Just not tonight. I want to get to know you better.”

If this isn’t the role reversal of the century, I don’t know what is. It’s not that I think it’s weird—I was a virgin as a freshman too. But Declan? He’s gorgeous, he exudes sex. How the hell has he not had sex before?

I realize I still haven’t said anything and I don’t want to make him uncomfortable. So instead of acting the way a horny guy would, I think with my head instead of the throbbing sensation aching between my legs. “Okay. We’ll wait. But can we still make out? I don’t think I can wait to have those lips on mine again.”

He cups my face with his hands and pulls my mouth toward his. “Oh, God. I thought you’d never ask.”





My face is pressed up against a pillow, strands of long golden hair splayed out across the smooth, silken sheets. His hands reach underneath me to grope my breasts, his fingers bringing my nipples to beaded peaks.

“Please, baby. I can’t wait any longer,” I beg.

His tight erection skims the cheeks of my ass and then, with one quick tilt on my behalf, the long hardness nestles between my silky moist folds. My body instinctively opens for him, allowing his entrance and I moan with gratitude as he guides his way inside.

I clutch fistfuls of sateen sheets, stifling moans with the pillow. I know I need to be quiet, so I whisper his name. “Noah…it’s so good, baby.”