Page 56 of Mac Meyers Needs Me

Her eyes flare. “Oh, yeah. It wasn’t…I just had sex for the wrong reasons.”

“Oh.” The tension in my body eases. “I’m sorry. Did you feel pressured?” For a moment I think about Brody and how uncomfortable he is with girls, especially when they get touchy. He’s made a couple of offhand comments that make me believe something happened that was outside of his control.

“No. He didn’t pressure me.” She keeps running her fingers through my hair as she shares this piece of her past. “I was grieving my parents, and the pain was…a lot. More than I knew what to do with some days. I was angry and hurting and I just wanted to feel something different, something good.” She rolls her eyes to the ceiling for a moment, before they return to me, a little sad. “So I had sex with this guy I’d only been going out with for a couple of months. He wasn’t a bad guy, but he wasn’t the right one either, and I was too much of an emotional wreck to handle a relationship, and he wasn’t someone I wanted to be with long-term. He was nice, and he was good about it being my first time, but it wasn’t special.”

“I’m sorry, Fee.” I stroke her cheek. “I wish I’d known you then. I could have been someone you leaned on when you were struggling.”

“I don’t know that I would have been able to trust the stability, but I’ve learned not to hide from the pain since then, and I know that for me, sex and emotional connection aren’t separable. I need both.”

“I need that, too.” I’ve never been able to just jump into the physical stuff. “I don’t want to put my heart on the line with someone who doesn’t feel the same, and I know my parents’ rocky relationship influenced that for me.”

“That makes perfect sense. So we’ll go slow?” She bites her lip.

“We’ll savor each other.” I cup her face in my palms. “I’d like to kiss you again.”

“Yes, please,” she whispers.

We tip our heads at the same time, lips parting, tongues brushing. Fee moans into my mouth and shimmies forward in my lap, chest pressed tightly to mine. She anchors a hand in my hair while the other drifts over my shoulder, stopping to squeeze my biceps before returning to my hair.

I keep one hand curved gently against her cheek and settle the other on her hip as I deepen the kiss, angling her head so I can explore her mouth. She whimpers and rolls her hips, nails biting lightly into my scalp.

Eventually we break the kiss, sucking in greedy gulps of air as I sweep my lips along the edge of her jaw. “You’re so sweet and sexy, Ophelia.”

She rolls her hips again, another needy whimper hums across my cheek, and I groan when she rubs over my aching erection.

She pulls back, glassy eyes searching mine. “Is that okay?”

“Fuck yeah, it is.” My fingers flex on her hip. “I want more of your little moans, sweetheart.”

Her eyes flare and she drags her tongue across her bottom lip. “Can you just…say that again?”

“I want to make you feel good, Ophelia.” I grip her hip and pull her tighter against me, seeking friction. “I want your soft whimpers humming over my lips, and I want to swallow up all your pretty moans.”

“Oh wow.” She exhales in a rush. “I want all of that, too.”

I grin and shift back on the bed, moving until I’m stretched out on top of the comforter. I cup the back of her neck and pull her mouth back to mine. Fee rolls her hips while we kiss, gifting me with the needy sounds I covet.

She slides a hand under my shirt, fingers tentative on my skin.

“I love your hands on me,” I assure her.

She grips my chin in her free hand, teeth pressed into her bottom lip as she searches my eyes. “I really like you.”

“I really like you, too.”

“I don’t want to stop kissing you.”

“Me neither.” I skim her cheek with a single finger. “Tell me what else you want, sweetheart.”

“For you to keep calling me that.”

I grin. “I can do that.”

She rocks over me, whimpering again.

“What else?” I bite the edge of her jaw. “Tell me what you need.”

“I don’t know. I’m achy.”