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Ten years ago—Navarone’s house, California
Ilisten to some records in my room late at night, while the waves crash on the beach outside. Someone knocks on my door, and I sit up. Probably Axl asking if I’ve packed some of his things.
I can’t believe it is already our last night in California, three weeks have gone by in a blur.
“It’s open,” I yell.
“Hey, is it okay if I come in?” Rone asks, hesitating in the doorway. He’s never been alone with me in my room before.
“Sure.” Peering down, I cringe. I am wearing my Pokémon shirt.
“Nice shirt.” Navarone grins, taking up the better part of the room. He looks ready to run away with a motorcycle club. He and my brother took the bikes out and spent the day driving around. Why he didn’t want to spend the last day with me, I have no idea.
Then again, I have no claim to him or his feelings. We only kissed once on the porch and we hugged in the garage that night. He hasn’t made a move since my dad and brothers gave him their blessings.
I don’t understand. I’m not some porcelain doll he should be afraid of breaking. I’ve changed during these last couple of weeks. I’m turning seventeen the day after next and finally coming into my own.
“Thank you for teaching me how to ride,” I tell him, while I watch him take off his leather jacket, revealing his long-sleeved shirt stretching in all the best places.
His hair is tousled, is he letting it grow because I told him I liked his hair long? He stares at my suitcase, already packed and ready for the drive back to Nashville.
“I’m going on tour for the better part of the year,” he tells me, looking around the room.
“You are?” I pull my shirt down, trying to cover my white underwear.
He puts his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, but I was wondering,” he says, locking eyes with me, “can I visit you when I’m in Nashville in about three months?” He rocks on the balls of his feet.
“I would like that.” My grin splits my face in two.
He flashes me one of his heart-stopping pirate smiles. “Good.”
Like a predator moving in for the kill, he stalks over, making me swoon on the spot. The only light shining into the room comes from the full moon, and Jackson Browne is softly playing in the background.
“You’re something else, Alice,” he whispers, sitting on his haunches in front of me. “I spent the afternoon riding around with Gunner, but I only thought about you.” He moves his hands onto my naked knees.
His touch has me breaking out in goose bumps. I shift on the bed and the side of his mouth hikes up a little. Navarone’s eyes travel across my face, down to my bare legs.
Why do I feel the need to open them for him—is it just because of the way he is sitting in front of me?
His hands circle my knees, and I wet my lips. He adjusts the front of his jeans, and my eyes go big when I spot the bulge pressing against the dark fabric.
His hands travel up my legs, and without a thought, I part them, opening myself up to him. My shirt rises in the process, revealing my panties. Grunting, Rone’s fingers dance over my legs before brushing a hand over his face, his hair covering his eyes. I reach out, pushing the locks behind his ear, and leaning in, I kiss the side of his mouth.
His head jerks up. “I didn’t come here for this, Al,” he says, his voice hoarse before he licks his lips and looks deep into my eyes.
“I know but I’m—” I start, fisting the sheets between my hands.
“Not ready,” he finishes the sentence for me, both his hands lingering on my knees.
“I don’t know.”
He pulls his hands back, but I grab one, locking our fingers together. Leaning forward, I tilt his chin up, and kiss him again, I love tasting him. That lazy grin of his falls, and his eyes darken. He holds onto my hand while the other travels into my hair. I don’t care that I’m not wearing something sexy. And he doesn’t either, judging by the way he takes possession of my mouth, moaning when he kisses me.
I pull back, and he growls, a vibration that goes right to the pit of my stomach. The place between my thighs becomes wetter with every stroke of his tongue against mine. Our hands are still locked, and his other one has found its way to my waist.
I guide his fingers to the waistband of my underwear, and his voice is hoarse when he says, “Allie.”
I shift on the bed, wanting to feel his hand there. His fingers, his mouth. I have no idea what is going to happen, but I’m so ready to find out.
