Page 116 of Finding Storm

Leaving my hand where she put it, I rub my thumb up and down against her skin. I bring my other hand around the back of her neck, cupping it. My thumb presses against her pulse.

It’s beating wildly.

I stare into her eyes.

I need to know she really wants this.

I’m so nervous with her. All my confidence is gone. I’ve got nothing.

I’m never nervous with a woman.

But with her, I am. Because she means so much to me.

I don’t want to fuck this up. And I am absolutely stellar at fucking things up.

But I can’t mess this up with her. She’s too important to me.

I could sit here and say it’s not a big deal, that it’s just fooling around in my car with a girl.

But it is a big deal. It’s Stevie.

I could say I’m not falling for her. But it’d be a lie.

Because I am.

It’s fast. Fucking lightning fast.

I also don’t care.

Her fingertips touch my lips. She replaces them with her mouth.

“Don’t … you want me?”

My head jerks back. I stare into her eyes. “You are all I want. I just want to do this right. I don’t want you to regret anything.”

She sucks her lower lip into her mouth, biting on it. “I could never regret anything with you.”

I also don’t need to be asked twice.

I turn Stevie, putting her back to my chest. I pull her skirt up and part her legs with my hands on her thighs, spreading her open for me.

Starting at her chest, I run my hand down between her tits, down over her stomach, until I reach her pussy.

I let my fingers brush over the cotton fabric of her panties.

She shudders against me.

She’s soaked.

“This for me?” I ask.

She nods.

“Do you like these panties?” I say against her ear.

“I can live without them.” Her words are breathy. She’s panting.

I can smell her lust from here. It’s fucking intoxicating.