Thank fuck.
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the second I saw you from across the library,” I admitted. “By the way, my genetics professor posted the midterm grades. I got a ninety-three, thanks to you. You’re my good luck charm.”
Then I kissed her. Her lips were soft and pliant. A little gasp escaped and I took advantage, my tongue flicking out and finding hers. I wanted to be gentle with her, to savor the sweetness of our first kiss, but I needed her too much. I wanted to devour her and she seemed to be just as needy.
Her hands gripped the front of my shirt and held on tight.
I angled her head how I wanted to take the kiss deeper.
She was sweet and warm and soft. I walked us toward my bed until the backs of her legs bumped the side. She fell on her butt, breaking the kiss.
I looked down at her upturned face. Red lips,swollen from our first kiss. Pink cheeks, arousal in her blue gaze. Her glasses were askew.
“I love you wearing my sweatshirt, but I need to see you.”
Reaching down, I curled my fingers around the bottom. She lifted up to get it from beneath her, then raised her arms so I could tug it off.
The motion took her glasses, too. “Need these, sweetheart?”
“No,” she whispered.
Carefully, I set them on my bedside table next to my clock and reading lamp.
She was in a pink, white, and gray plaid flannel. Girl sized so it fit her tiny frame. The buttons were open halfway down to show a little white camisole beneath. Jeans and low boots finished her game day outfit.
I dropped to my knees before her so we could be eye level.
I needed her so fucking bad, she was like a drug. I needed a hit.
Having seven older brothers–yeah, fucking seven of them–I’d learned a lot about how to treat women. How to treat the one I was going to marry. I’d heard all about their sexual exploits over the years. I knew about sex and boobs and orgasms at a younger agethan I probably should have. They didn’t give me lessons, hell no, but they’d told me to always wrap it. Always. Going bare was for the woman you were gonna marry. Pops spoke about how he’d found Ma at a wedding and he’d pretty much danced with her and fell for her. They were married not long after.
I wanted that. The real thing. Not sticking my dick in a willing woman just because I was horny. I knew what sex was. Fuck, my roommates watched a shit ton of porn. I just knew, unlike my older brothers, that I wanted to wait for The One.
I’d fooled around, but knew early on that it wouldn’t lead to anything real. It hadn’t meant anything, so it wasn’t worth it.
Was my dick pissed not getting any? Was it tired of my hand? Fuck, yes.
But now? With Trig, Bray, Colt, and Cam finding and marrying their one true love, I saw the other side. Lifewiththe person you were supposed to be with. It made me want to keep waiting.
Now, I found her. Cammie. Holy hell, was I glad I held off.
Me. The quarterback of the football team. The guy everyone wanted to be friends with.
A virgin.
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CAMMIE
Zeb was staringat me with such need in his eyes it was scorching. That kiss. God, my lips still tingled. But why was he stopping?
“Zeb?” I asked, hoping I hadn’t done anything wrong.
I’d never done this before. Never been in a guy’s bedroom. I’d kissed before, but notkissed.Never felt a guy’s hard-on pressed against me.
Never… anything.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he murmured, then kissed me again.
