“And it’s just a kiss, right?”
“Right. Nothing more.” Then his eyes crinkled as he grinned. “Unless you want more.”
I did want more. I really did. I always knew I’d eventually meet a great guy that would be the love of my life. I expected a husband and kids, but not just yet. Not at twenty-one. And yet, here I was, seeing a whole life with him laid out in my head. And it was wonderful.
I set my hands on his chest, feeling the broad expanse of his muscles. I had no idea how big baseball players were. Strong hills, taut valleys. I wanted to touch him just like this for the rest of my life. Lust surged in my blood, and I dove headlong into it. Tight nipples, liquid pulse in my belly, and need pushing me to tease him, to see if he was as aroused as I was.
It took me a moment to become as daring as I wanted to be, then I did it. I brushed across the tight nub of his nipples and grinned when he trembled. Then I brushed them again, just to see if what I’d felt—through him—was real. It was. His body tensed and he cupped my face. We’d been walking side by side before, but now he was directly in front of me. Had he angled to me? Had I shifted to face him?
“Shhh,” he said, clearly knowing my thoughts were spinning.
Then he lowered his mouth to mine, and this time, the press was harder. Firmer.
I opened up to him. I wanted this. I wanted him. He pushed in immediately, thrusting his tongue in a way that made my belly clench and my breasts tingle. His was stroking me, coiling around my tongue, and then teasing the roof of my mouth. I’d never been kissed so thoroughly before. Never. And it was a head rush like no other. I could have done it for hours, and maybe we did.
Eventually he pulled back. We were both breathing hard and I looked up into his eyes. The sun had set, so his face was in darkness, but I could feel his gaze burning through me. It was so weird, and yet so palpable, I lost my focus. My brain just splintered into nothingness.
“Wow,” he said, his voice a hoarse rasp.
“Wow,” I echoed because, yup, that was all my brain could do.
“Um, I think we need to…um…”
“Let’s sit down, okay? Just for a minute.” My legs were weak and my blood was whooshing through my body hard enough to make my head spin.
“Good idea.”
Yeah, except this was Ft. Lauderdale on spring break. There were people everywhere and not an unoccupied chair in sight. Then he gestured to a pier. People wandered over it—laughing and drinking—but underneath was empty, and he led me there. It was high enough that we could walk easily below it and he pulled me to a pillar on the sand.
“We can sit here,” he said. “And look at the waves.”
It was a nice night and relatively private in this tiny patch of darkness. He settled down with his back to the pillar and his face aimed toward the wind and the water.
“Okay,” I answered as I kicked off my sandals and started to crouch down. I wouldn’t have anything at my back but—
“No. Here,” he said as he tugged me between theVof his spread legs.
Well, that was going to be intimate. And my mother would be appalled, but it was exactly what I wanted. So I gingerly settled between his legs and at his urging, I leaned back against him. He was so big that I fit nicely there. And if the hot brand of his penis against my bottom heated me, it also excited me beyond belief. I couldn’t stop thinking that he was a jock. Not just the normal high school quarterback, but someone headed toward professional baseball. A real athlete with a body like a Greek god. And he wanted me to sit between his thighs while his hard-on pressed into my backside.
I had never felt so desired before. Add in the starlight and the waves, and the setting couldn’t be more magical. Even the steady noise of people above us added to the excitement. Bodies everywhere, but in this tiny space, I felt completely alone with him.
As if echoing my thoughts, he spoke next to my ear. “They don’t even see us.” Then he pointed to a cluster of three people walking underneath the pier, just like we had. The group didn’t even turn. He’d found a shadowed area that only he had noticed.
“It’s nice here,” I said as I dropped my head against his shoulder. The wind on my face was cooling even as his heat enveloped my body. He settled his hands on my hips, large and possessive. I didn’t mind. I liked that I felt surrounded by him.
“We don’t have water like this in Nebraska. I never knew how soothing it is.”
I listened to the steady beat of the waves, easy to hear even over the noise above us. Then I looked up to see the stars. Lots of light pollution here, but there were enough bright pinpricks showing through to make it delightful.
“We don’t see stars like this in Indianapolis. Or if we do, I don’t notice.”
“Too much time with your nose in a book?”
I laughed. “Yeah, I guess. Or maybe I’m just so busy, I never stop like this. Get quiet.”
“Yeah, me, too. Once, years ago, I fell asleep on the bleachers.”
“You’re kidding. Didn’t your parents get worried?”
