She felt herself slipping backwards in his embrace as her hands wound through his hair, clasping his head closer to her. He moaned and rocked his hips gently into hers rhythmically. He pulled her top down on the other side and started kissing her other breast. Now he was alternating back and forth, using his hands and tongue to tweak her nipples, driving her insane with desire.
They were both making soft guttural sounds as he guided her legs around his waist, bringing her feminity into direct contact with… him. They were practically lying down on the swing she realized. It was a good thing it was dark out!
"Damn… we better stop."
Kaylie felt dazed as he pulled her into a sitting position and adjusted her top back into place. He was breathing heavily and looked strange. As if he was concentrating on something. Or in pain.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm- Don't look at me like that Kaylie. Please… oh god."
He pulled her back into his arms and kissed her deeply. She forget everything for a moment. Who she was, where she was, who he was to her… If he had wanted to take her then and there, she would have let him.
He let out a muffled curse as he forcefully lifted her to her feet, placing her at arms length from his body. She chewed her lip and stepped toward him.
He laughed harshly.
"Sweetheart, trust me, you do not want to get close to me right now."
"Why not?"
He gave her a wry smile, before his eyes shifted to her heaving bosom. He closed his eyes and held her shoulders so she wouldn't come any closer.
"Because that's not how this is going to happen."
"What?"
"Your first time."
"Oh."
He had a sudden thought and looked at her almost hopefully.
"It will be your first time, won't it Kaylie? Because if not…"
She was tempted to lie to him if it would get him to kiss her again. But she wouldn't do that. Besides, he'd find out soon enough. She felt her cheeks turning pink at the thought. She wanted him to take her. She wanted him.
Badly.
"I'm sorry… I've never… been with anyone else."
He just stared at her, the look in his eyes making her shiver.
"Did I do something wrong? Maybe you don't want to be with someone as inexperienced as me."
He groaned and pulled her into his arms, kissing her hungrily. Then he pushed her away again.
"No Kaylie. Trust me, that's not a problem. You are perfect."
She smiled up at him, feeling reassured. She took another step in, hoping he'd kiss her like that again. He laughed and gave her a gentle little shove, pushing her toward the street.
"And now you better take that sweet perfection inside."
She pouted and looked over her shoulder at him. He just stared at her.
"Go on."
"Goodnight Devlin."
"Goodnight Kaylie."
8
He saw her every night that week, even on the nights she worked at Mae's. He'd come in for a banana split, just like Johnny used to like. She made sure to give him an extra scoop as a sign of her affection, which made him grin. It was always toward the end of her shift when he'd come strolling into Mae's, looking like a hawk in a dovecote. Then he'd wait at the counter until she was ready to go home. They would find a quiet spot to talk and fool around for a couple of hours. Her mother was always up reading when she got home, with no recriminations. Even she trusted Dev with her daughter. If only she knew that it was Kaylie who was starting to get impatient. She wanted the real thing.
She was ready.
When she said goodnight to him on Thursday he was quiet, grim even. They'd gone further than ever before. She'd even touched him there- through his pants. He'd felt so big and warm- dangerously powerful but also- so tempting and exciting. She kissed his cheek while he stared at her darkly, biking off as soon as the front door was closed, without the final wave that he usually gave her.
Little did she know, that was the last she would see of him for 48 hours. He didn't visit her the next night at Mae's during her shift, or call. There was a bike parked outside the whole night though she knew it wasn't his. She was already learning to recognize which ride belonged to who. When she finally closed up it was Jack who followed her home. He didn't offer her a ride or an explanation. As usual, all he did was nod.
Kaylie wasn't sure why Devlin was staying away from her, but she felt awful about it. Her insides felt like they were hollow, empty. Maybe she should have let him do more. He hadn't pushed her but maybe she had missed a cue from lack of experience. He must be bored with a virgin. Maybe he didn't want her anymore…
She cried into her pillow for hours, tossing and turning. She made sure her light was out so when her mother came in to say goodnight, she wouldn't notice her red eyes or tear stained cheeks. It was near dawn by the time Kaylie fell into a fitful sleep.