Page 7 of Be My First


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“Oh thank you. I can take over from here,” she says.

She busies herself for a few minutes.

“Oh, shit,” she mumbles and then before I can react, she’s leaning over me – her ass practically in my face. Her body skims along mine as she stretches to reach something on the ground. I stop breathing. She grabs whatever she has dropped and then pulls back.

Her face is flushed when she makes eye contact with me. “Sorry. I dropped it.”

She holds up her water bottle.

I clear my throat. “I would have grabbed it for you.”

Her face reddens a little more. “Right. Sorry.”

She fluffs her pillow and settles into her seat. After a minute, she starts looking around again.

“What now?” I whisper. The lights in the cabin are dimmed. Most of the people around us are sleeping.

She shakes her head. “Oh, nothing. Sorry to bother you.”

I sigh. “No really. What do you need?”

“I’m cold. I was just looking for another blanket or something.”

It is cold. I look around. I don’t see my blanket, so I pull my sweatshirt off and hold it out. Her eyes widen.

“Take it.” I nudge it her direction. “I can’t find my blanket.”

She shakes her head harder. “I can’t take your sweatshirt.”

“Why not?” I frown.

She hesitates. “Won’t you be cold?”

“I’ll be fine. Take it.”

She bites her lower lip. I really wish she wouldn’t do that. I’m trying not to think about her lips. I toss her the sweatshirt, and she catches it. After she looks down at it for a moment, she glances up and says, “Thanks.”

I watch as she pulls it over her head. It swallows her, coming down to the middle of her thighs.

She pushes up the sleeves and then says, “Thanks, it’s comfy.”

I nod and then close my eyes again. God, I can’t keep my eyes off her. She’s so damn sexy. My eyes always seem to find her lips. Why did she have to bite her lip just now?

I nearly groan thinking about kissing her. A kiss I replay far more often than I’d like to admit. The kiss that should never have happened. The kiss Eli will kill me over if he finds out about it – even all these years later. The kiss I can’t forget as much as I try.

I sneak a peek over at her and my chest tightens. She’s curled up in her seat, snuggled up in my sweatshirt. God, I want nothing more than to touch her, press my lips to hers again.

Fuck. I shouldn’t have come on this trip. I love the Sterling family, and I really needed a break. Eli and I have been working like crazy recently. We’re both trying to take a step back and delegate more. I haven’t taken this long of a break in years. Eli and I started a social media company a few years back, and it has exploded in popularity. Along with it came money and fame – and lots of headaches. Eli’s the face of the company. He owns the controlling share too. I’m the behind the scenes, logistics guy. I’m good at it. It’s been rewarding, but I’ve been wondering recently how much of my life I want to spend working like this – what’s the point? I have more money than I could spend in a lifetime. It’s time I start living.

I glance over at Juno again. Her chest is rising and falling softly, her breathing slowed. I inhale through my nose. God, she’s beautiful. And she’s my best friend’s little sister. She couldn’t be more off limits.

When I saw her at that party years ago, I honestly thought I’d fallen in love. I’m not a person who believes in love at first sight – or at least I didn’t before that night, but there was something between us. An immediate, magnetic connection. I felt like I’d known her for years (which turned out to be true, but not in the way I was thinking). I thought the woman of my dreams had just walked into my life, and I was about to pull her to my bed that night and then beg for her to stay forever – until I found out who she was...and how old she was.

I honestly didn’t recognize her at all. The last time I’d seen her in person, she’d looked like a kid. She definitely wasn’t a kid the night we kissed. She was every bit a woman.

And that kiss. It was the sort of kiss you remember the rest of your life. I’ve thought about it every day. I jerk off to her more than I’d like to admit. I’ve spent a lot of time trying to figure out if there’s anyway I could ask her out without having Eli murder me. But the fact is, she’s off limits, and she’s a lot younger than me. She’s still in college, for god’s sake.

She sighs a little in her sleep. I wonder what it would be like to spoon with her. I bet she’d feel so good up against my body. Shit, I’m starting to get hard. I have to pull myself together.

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