“Nothing,” she echoes.
“Then why won’t you look at me?”
She finally does. She snaps her eyes to mine, and I find fear there.
“Daisy, what’s going on? Did someone hurt you?” I bring my hand to hold her face. Her skin is warm under my palm, and she closes her eyes as she stops dancing. The music keeps going, but it feels far away. We’re both standing here, caught in this strange moment of stillness, looking at each other while the room spins around us.
“Stop looking at me like that.” Her words are sharp, and I flinch at the sudden coldness in her voice.
“Like what?” My chest tightens. I’m usually a very smart person, quick to see patterns, quick to read people, quick to read her, but I can’t figure this one out at all.
“Like I’m delicate and precious, and you might die if something happens to me.” Her eyes dart away.
“Well, then I can’t, because all of those things are true.Don’t you know how much you mean to me?” My voice cracks.
“I do. I know you love me and I’m your best friend. I do. I know I’m important to you. I’m just…all in my head, I guess.” She bites her lip, shoulders folding in. She’s retreating again, and it’s killing me that I don’t know what’s going on.
“All in your head about what?” She may not speak but her eyes are loud and clear in this moment. “Just say it Daisy. All in your head about what?”
“I thought you were gonna kiss me yesterday, okay? I thought youwantedto kiss me. And I was giddy and it was dumb and clearly, you don’t feel that way about me and it’s fine and just know I love you and our friendship and maybe I just didn’t think about this whole thing long enough because—” She stops herself with her eyes wide open. “Oh shit. Never mind. Just ignore me.”
I shake my head, smiling at her. Holy hell, Daisy might actually feel the same way. I hold her hand and lead us out of the room straight to the pool area, and even though it’s night, I look around to make sure we’re alone. We’re not—there’s a couple in the water, acting very,verycozy, so this is not the right spot. I lead us fast and steady past the pool bar, past the giant wall and the flowers.
“Where are we going?” The night sky shines bright above us, but I don’t reply. I keep leading us down the stone walkway and onto the sand. I slow our steps since Daisy is wearing heels. The last thing I need is for her to break an ankle.
It’s dark, the stars shining bright above us, the path lit with lights hidden in the ground and around the bushes, but it’s still quiet and calm. The crashing of the waves against the shore are the only sounds I need for thismoment. I turn around and walk Daisy back against a coconut tree and close the space between us.
“Ask me why I didn’t kiss you,” I whisper, my voice laced with desire.
“What?”
“Ask. Me. Why. I. Didn’t. Kiss. You.” I accentuate every word, closing the inches between us. We’re so close, I can almost taste her. So close, all I breathe is her. All I see is her.
“Why didn’t you kiss me?” she finally asks. Her voice is soft, almost shy, as if she truly doesn’t want to know and she’s just asking me because I prompted her.
“Because when I finally do kiss you, I don’t want there to be a doubt in your mind. When I finally taste you for the first time, I want you to know exactly why.”
She catches a breath when my eyes trail to her lips. I don’t expect her to say anything, but she does, forever the beautiful chatter box she is.
“I would know what, exactly?” she asks, and I smile at her, placing one hand by her head, caging her in.
“How much I’ve wanted to kiss you practically my whole life.” She gasps, but I don’t wait a second longer. I hold her face and lower mine down to meet hers. The minute my lips touch hers, I know there’s no going back. There is no way in hell I can let Daisy go. It was never going to happen, but now, even more so. Whatever it takes, whatever convincing she might need, she’s mine, and I’m about to show her.
I kiss her softly at first, slowly, exploring those lips I’ve memorized all my life. I lick every crease, the edge where they touch as she opens for me. I explore her mouth, the inside of her lips and her tongue, like if I don’t commit to memory every space, I might die. Her tongue is matchingevery stroke of mine, completely driving me wild. Her hands climb up my back delicately, pulling gently at my hair at the nape. She moans, and I groan when I deepen the kiss.
I kiss her for who knows how long, because again, everything is frozen but her. Nothing exists;Ibarely exist with her lips on mine. Death by Daisy’s kiss could be on my tombstone; if this is how I go, I’d be a happy man. Somehow, the space between us is too much, and she feels it too, because she opens her mouth wider, pulling my hair tighter between moans and cries that die on my lips.Damn, she’s so hot.
I hold her hip and close the small space between us. My dick presses against her, and she widens her stance, allowing me in.Damn, so hot.
We kiss, lick, bite. We moan and gasp and grab. Desperate for each other. Desperate for more. Her hands are frantically exploring while mine hold us steady. I push my pelvis forward, and as she opens her legs wider, I thank my lucky stars for the slit in her dress that immediately allows access to her core. I push up as she draws a circle around my dick, and we both moan. I let go of her lips and look at her, asking for permission or mercy, I’m not sure which. It’s definitely one or the other, because I can’t hold it in anymore. I’m willing to be patient and go slow if she needs me to, but then, I need a breather. I need to walk. I need a shower.
Daisy doesn’t say anything. She just looks at me, panting, while my dick is nestled against her sex, while her thighs house mine. Maybe this is too much for her. Maybe this is too fast.
“We don’t have to do anything, Daisy. We can take this slow if you want. I’d wait a million years for you.”
“Fuck slow. I’ve been waiting my whole damn life. I’myours to do with as you wish, Teo. I’m here. Just make me feel good.”
I crash my lips to hers again, but this time, there’s no doubt or hesitation. I might have to fuck her right on this beach if that’s what it takes, but someone’s going to cum, and it’s not going to be me first. We kiss and lick again, and she opens her mouth wider as she grinds on my hardness.
