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I scoffed. “You started this first, remember? I was just going to go home but then you joined me out here and started touching me.”
“You complaining, Queenie?”
“Never.”
“I came out here because I thought something was wrong.” He paused, waiting for me to tell him what my issue had been, but I refused.
Truth was, I was upset that he was leaving but it was too soon for that confession. Instead, I moved to all fours and crawled toward him. Reaching out, I placed a hand on his chest and let it trail down to his waist. The large bulge behind his black dress pants jumped beneath my touch.
“What do you want?”
“The same thing as you.” I unbuckled his belt, pushing down the fly to his pants. I brushed a finger along the edge of him, reveling in the way it swelled.
I was half-expecting him to stop me. We were out in the open after all. But this was thrilling. This newfound awareness tingled through every inch of me. I wanted to explore all of those kinky desires I was accused of not having. I had been called a prude for years. But it wasn’t true. I just had no one to explore these desires with.
“What are you doing, Gigi?” Vince asked, not because he wanted me to stop but because he wanted me to keep going. He was giving me all the permission I needed to show him what exactly it was I wanted, and more.
I pushed a hand beneath his shirt, my palm coming into contact with his hot skin. His abs jumped beneath my touch. My mouth watered, my tongue tingling with anticipation over what it would be like to taste him.
Vince cupped my cheek, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. Without waiting for me to do whatever it was that I was going to do, he pushed me back and joined me in the back seat. He shut the door behind him before turning toward me.
We sat there, staring at each other. Neither of us took it to the next step, whatever that step may be.
Getting a sense of bravery, I licked my lips. “I think you should make good on your threat.”
“This my birthday present, Gigi?” he asked, his gaze dropping to my mouth.
I grinned, crawled onto his lap, and straddled his waist. “Is that what you want?”
His hands slid up my thighs to my hips. “More than you will ever fucking know.”
“Good.” Crushing my mouth to his, I took his breath deep into my lungs and made it my own.
Vince groaned, digging his fingers into my hips. With a firm grip on my waist, he moved me back and forth over his lap.
My lips tingled at the bruising kiss. I couldn’t believe this was happening. The fact he had just turned eighteen no longer hung between us as he completely devoured my mouth.
His hold on my hips tightened, the skin no doubt bruising beneath his rough touch. The burn inside of me ignited into a raging inferno.
Vince was finally touching me. Holding me. Kissing me.
He released my mouth and trailed his lips along my jaw. “You taste like cinnamon,” he murmured against my throat. “You do a shot?”
A husky laugh left me. “No, it was gum.”
He smirked. “I like it.”
My smile grew.
Although, a shot would have given me courage to go through with this, it wasn’t like this was planned. I was doing this on a whim and thankfully, Vince wasn’t turning me down. I was a virgin, but I feared telling him that. I wasn’t sure why. I didn’t know if he was one as well but at this point, I didn’t care.
“Tell me what you’re doing.”
I lifted my head, running my fingers along his square jaw. “I’m going to give you a going away present. This is just sex since you’re going off to school.”
“This is some going away present.” He grabbed the hem of my dress and lifted it up and over my head. My dark curls fell down around my shoulders. He took in the curves of my body, his eyes shining intently into mine and then drifting down, appreciating that I had gained a little weight in the chest since ending my ballet career. He licked his bottom lip, taking in every inch of my figure that I tried hard to maintain even though I wasn’t dancing as much as I used to.
His eyes moved back up to my chest that was covered by a lacy white bra. “So pure.” He fisted the necklace wrapped around my neck. His thumb and forefinger brushed over the tiny pink ballet slippers pendant.
