Page 16 of Infatuated
“Wow. That was some kiss.” His voice is low and deep.
I bite my lip and nod, not trusting that words will come out if I try to speak. I need more than that, though. This boy has my emotions all over the map in the two days I’ve known him. I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him back to me. He opens his mouth, and I slip my tongue into his, deepening the kiss.
My rub club bank has new material.
His hands fly to my waist, and he walks me backward until I’m pressed against the trunk of a tree. He presses his body flush against mine as we continue to kiss. Wetness rushes to my core, and I arch my back, hoping to find some relief for the tight coil of need in the pit of my belly.
He takes my wrists in his large left hand and pins them above my head. He then slowly drags his fingers down the side of my body. Goosebumps rise in its wake. I gasp as he trails kisses along my cheek and down to the crook of my neck. I’m so blissed out that, when he reaches out and squeezes my breast, I moan loud.
“Fuck, Lana. You sound so sexy,” he admits between kisses.
I tug at my arms, and when he releases them, I wrap my arms around his neck and hike my leg over his hip. He grinds into me, and I feel him clear as day between my legs.I want him. I want to feel him on every inch of my body.Everything becomes real, and my lust induced haze fades as I think about where this is headed. We’re moving too fast. I’ve known him for two days, and that’s not enough time to give someone my V-card. I drop my leg from him and tense under his touch.
“Wait. Stop, Tristan. We can’t.” I apply gentle pressure to his chest, and he steps back. His gray eyes are dark, his pupils huge. I touch my face, the burn from his short stubble a reminder of what we just did.
My body screams at me for relief, but my brain wins this round. He dips his head to the crook of my neck again and whispers, “I know.”
I relax against him, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me. I’m comfortable in his embrace. I don’t want to leave, but I have to be back at my cabin soon.
“I need to get back. Mom and Dad will be mad if I’m not back when I said I would be.”
He extricates himself from me and takes my hand in his. I want nothing more than to wrap myself around him and let him do whatever he wants to me.Snap out of it, Lana!Two days! Geez, the guy gives me the best kiss of my life, and I’m ready to jump his bones. No one likes an eager beaver.
The walk to my cabin is short, and we stop by the fire. Mom and Dad are still sitting there, talking with Dad’s potential client. Mom looks at our conjoined hands, and I drop his under her attentive gaze.
“Any chance there’s some ice cream around? I’d kill for a cone.” Or maybe just dunk me in the pond. I need to cool down.
He turns his head to the side, thinking. “I don’t think there is, but there’s a place downtown that sells awesome homemade ice cream. They’re open late.”
I kick a rock and twist side to side. “I don’t think my parents would let me go into town with you.”
He nods, understanding. “It’s fine. Maybe another night. Walk me back to my cabin? I’m thinking of going for a hike early tomorrow and want to get some sleep.”
Lies. I want some time alone to relive the kiss and make the pressure between my legs go away.
He nods. “Want some company?” A look of pure fear crosses my features. I blink at him a few times, and he raises his eyebrows at me. “Tomorrow? The hike?”
I sigh in relief and close my eyes, a giggle escaping. I thought he read my mind for a minute. That would be so awkward. “Yeah. That would be good.”
He smirks. “What didyouthink I meant?”
“N-nothing.”
I say goodnight to my parents, and he walks me back to the cabin. I feel like I’m being dropped off after a date that I don’t want to end. I play with the ends of my braid and look down between us.
“Thanks for showing me the sunset and for, you know, the walk.” I feel my face heating up as I talk, and the tingles around my lips from his beard burn are back. I touch my lips and rub my fingers along them.
With a smirk, he leans close. “Justthe walk?” His voice is low, and I want to pull him to me for another kiss. I swallow hard and open my mouth to speak. “You’re cute when you blush. I had a good time, too. I’ll be by to get you at seven tomorrow.”
That’s so early! “Seven? How about we shoot for eight?”
He crosses his arms over his chest. “What’s the rush to go to bed then? It’s only nine.”
I reach up and give him another chaste kiss. “Goodnight, Tristan. I’ll see you at eight tomorrow.”
“Meet me at seven for breakfast. I’ll have Bill make something special for you. Any allergies?”
I shake my head. “I don’t like bananas, though. It’s a texture thing.” I glance down between his legs as my mind wanders.Is he thinking the same thing as me, or am I truly that perverted? He places his hands in front of his growing bulge, and I look back up, smirking.