“You are so sexy. How did I get so lucky?”
“You stalked the crap out of me.”
He laughs as he reaches over the side of the bed and picks his shorts up off the floor. He digs through his pocket and pulls out his wallet. I look on impatiently as he tosses the condom wrapper and the wallet onto the floor and slides the condom on.
He slides his finger into my folds and massages my clit as he kisses my neck. “You drive me so fuckin’ crazy,” he breathes into my ear as he takes my earlobe between his teeth and a shock of pleasure pulsates between my legs. “Come for me, baby.”
I grind my hips as he caresses me, arching my back and he takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking and tugging at the sensitive flesh. I lose myself again and the cry that’s been building in my throat releases as I collapse in his arms. He flips me gently onto my back and positions himself between my legs. He sinks down onto his elbows so our noses are touching then slowly guides himself into me, not giving me any time to recover. I gasp and he stops.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, yes, yes. Don’t stop.”
It’s painful, but definitely worth it as he slides farther into me until he hits my core. I let out an involuntary whimper and he swallows it as he kisses me tenderly, dipping in and out of me. His chest rubs against mine, sending sparks through my sensitive nipples, and I moan into his mouth. He pierces me steadily as he gently stretches me.
“I love you so much,” he murmurs as he looks into my eyes.
“I love you, too.” I hold his gaze and rock my hips in rhythm with his thrusts.
He kisses me again, hungrier this time as I rake my nails softly over his back. His arms begin to shake as he reaches climax. He lingers inside me as he kisses me, drawing out the moment. Finally, he pulls away and plants a kiss on my lips and another on my nose before he rolls off me.
I stare at the ceiling in a daze. I did it. And it was amazing. This must mean I’m over him. I don’t even want to think his name. I don’t want to think about what I did to him. I turn my head and Adam looks exhausted, but he’s still smiling and beckoning me to curl up next to him.
This is me turning the page on another chapter.
Chapter Fifteen
Relentless Secrets
TWO WEEKS TICK BY LIKE seconds on a clock, and before we know it it’s the Thursday night before my birthday. Adam and I have spent the past twelve days checking in on Cora; taking group surf lessons with other beginners on Shell Island; and carefully avoiding the subject of why I dropped out of school and what those house plans on his drafting table are for. We’ve exchanged house keys, but we still haven’t exchanged secrets. It should serve as some sort of warning that there are still some things we haven’t shared with each other, but I try not to let it bother me and I assume he’s doing the same.
Adam sits on his sofa and I sit next to him with my handful of Red Vines. “Jamie called me last night to apologize for kicking us out of her room. It only took her, like, four weeks.”
“Did you guys talk about it?” I ask as I take a bite of my licorice and hand him one.
He waves away the candy. “Yeah. It was nice. We used to have long talks all the time when her and Myles were together. Nothing was the same after he died.”
I lay my cheek against his soft T-shirt and inhale the fresh laundry fragrance combined with his warm man scent.
“Are you sniffing me again?”
“I can’t help it. You smell so delicious.”
He points the remote at the TV and the channel changes multiple times until he settles on MTV.
“I can guarantee you I taste better than I smell,” he says and I smack his chest. “Just making it known in case you get any ideas.”
I lean my head back and he looks down at me with that hungry look I’ve come to know so well. The look that can make me do things I would never do.
I clasp my hands around the back of his neck and pull his face toward me. As our lips touch, the host on MTV announces, “And now, the highly anticipated world premiere video from Chris Knight’s debut album Relentless. Here is SLEEPYHEAD!”
“Come here,” he growls as his hands slide over my ass and pulls me up so I’m straddling him.
I press my hands against his chest and push off. I can feel him underneath me, but I can’t see him and I realize it’s because my eyes are closed as the memory slams into me.
Chris’s lips smell and taste like the berry Capri-Sun he was just sipping and I can’t shake the feeling that we’re too young to be alone in my room. But it feels so right as his fingers lightly graze my ribs sending chills through every part of my body. I’m eighteen today. Eighteen is a perfectly fine age to lose your virginity; especially if it’s with the boyfriend you’ve been with for more than two years, who also happens to be the most amazing, patient boyfriend a girl could ask for.