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I lean back slightly, catching my own breath, and manage to say, "It's fine."
We both inhale ragged breaths, savoring the intense moment we just shared. If this is what kissing is supposed to be like, sign me up. Astonishingly, this wasn't my first kiss. Not surprisingly, it was the first one I genuinely enjoyed and would eagerly repeat.
Lincoln croaks, "This was a date." His hand continues to cradle my face, his thumb gently caressing my jaw.
Oh my god!
This was a date. I'm trying to maintain my composure, but deep down, I'm freaking out.
CHAPTERTWENTY
LINCOLN
Her mouth is perfect.It's everything I've dreamt of and more. Her mouth is soft and sweet, and just innocent kissing has me as hard as a rock. My desire for more is overwhelming, but I can't ignore the fact that she's just poured her heart out to me.
I don't want her to regret anything she does with me.
Everything I've learned about her parents disgusts me. How could they treat her so horribly? After all she's been through, I couldn't help but kiss her. It felt like we were forging a deeper connection today, one that I never expected.
Who the fuck am I becoming?
Despite the growing problem in my jeans, I pump the breaks and pull away from Sutton. I'm pretty sure Sutton is a virgin, and I don't want to rush her into anything she's not ready for. The way we danced a couple of weeks ago at the bar made me think she might have more experience, but honestly, it doesn't matter. My mind keeps replaying that night when we were practically dry humping on the dance floor, the heat from her pussy against my thigh.
I snap out of my daydream and focus on the beautiful girl in my arms. After a brief internal debate that lasts about three seconds, I decide I don't want this date to end. I'm about to take a big chance, hoping she says yes to my next idea.
I stubbornly maintain my grip on Sutton's face, unwilling to withdraw my hand. "I can drop you off at your dorm—"
She cuts me off abruptly, her curiosity piqued. "Or?"
I pause for a moment, contemplating my next move. "Or you could come to my house with me and hang out until Ro and Leia get back."
A loopy smile graces her lips as she responds, not missing a beat, "Yes."
My heart flutters, and a warm, fuzzy feeling fills my chest. I try to push it away, but it stubbornly persists, overpowering my feeble attempts at avoidance. It's a potent emotion, one I hadn't anticipated feeling.
Considering our rocky friendship and the vulnerability she displayed while discussing her parents, I didn't expect Sutton to be willing to share this time with me. It's starting to become overwhelming, and I'm finding it hard to keep my emotions in check.
Inwardly, I chide myself. Who am I kidding? I've been feeling too much around her since the very moment I laid eyes on her. But it's a dangerous path, and I can't afford to let myself get carried away.
Reluctantly, I release her and settle back into my seat. Flashing her a quick smile, I add, "Good. I was going to make you come with me either way."
She giggles in response, her face blushing, a picture-perfect moment I can't help but admire. I quickly turn my attention to driving, determined to eliminate all possibilities of my more impulsive thoughts about Sutton coming to fruition.
Twenty minutes later, we arrive at my house. The drive is a stark contrast to the one that brought us to this moment, a peaceful calmness enveloped by the music playing in the background. It's a far cry from the initial tension we shared.
Once I park my truck, I offer her a hand to help her out, then tuck her securely under my arm. I take a quick glance at the driveway, assessing the situation inside. Marshall's car is the only one here, which I know is not a good sign. He's sure to try and interrogate us, and I'm bracing for the impending conversation.
I'm the mystery Marshall’s determined to solve, especially when it comes to Sutton. I've never really shown much interest in girls, simply because I've never felt drawn to them. But everything changed when I met Sutton. Marsh can't quite wrap his head around this sudden shift in my life, and he suspects I'm hiding something from him.
Truth is, I'm not hiding anything. I just genuinely dislike most people, and it's something I don't often admit. Marsh is one of the few exceptions to that rule, and he should consider himself lucky for that.
As we enter my place, Sutton and I decide to make a quick pit stop in the kitchen to grab a couple of water bottles before we head upstairs. I reach for two bottles, and then I find myself instinctively reaching for her hand as I guide her up the stairs to my room, determined to keep any potential interruptions at bay.
Once inside, Sutton takes a seat at the end of my bed. She removes her jacket, draping it over my desk chair, and I do the same with my coat. I suggest, "Do you want to watch TV?"
Sutton shakes her head, leaving me a bit puzzled. She shyly motions for me to come closer until I'm standing right in front of her.
We simultaneously reach for each other, and I follow her lead, ending up back on the bed. Our lips meet in a messy, eager kiss, and I slip a leg between her slightly spread ones, applying pressure just like I did that night at the bar.
