It wanted him.
One last time.
He looked at my hand and accepted it. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. And when he slid his arms around my waist and pulled me close, I could feel the rapid thunder of his heart. Being this close was heaven. But being this close and not being able to love him was torture.
I held him tight and relaxed into his body, and felt engulfed by everything that was him. His smell. His heat. His strength. His protection.
My walls crumbled away.
“Anson isn’t my fiancé,” I whispered against the warmth of his throat. “In fact, we’re not even together.”
Cade pulled back so fast I almost lost my balance. “What did you say?”
I looked up at him and his beautiful blue eyes roamed my face.
“Anson and me. We’re not engaged. We broke up about eight or nine weeks ago.” I sighed. “Truth be told, we’d broken up a lot earlier than that, we just hadn’t realized it.”
Cade’s smile finally reached his eyes.
“That doesn’t change anything,” I warned him.
But Cade didn’t listen. He simply cupped my face in his big hands and whispered, “You’re wrong, Indy. That changes everything.” And then he kissed me, right there on the dance floor, for the entire club to see.
I broke away to look up at him. “One last time.”
Heat filled his eyes. “For now.”
And then he kissed me again.
The only light in the room came from the small candle on her desk. The window was open, and I could see the moon shining through the branches of the sycamore tree. Indy stood across from me, her big eyes shining like large orbs in the dim light and I could see the nervousness on her face. I reached for her, tenderly brushing my fingertips along her jaw.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, stepping closer so our bodies were a breath away from one another. “You’re the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”
She smiled, but I felt her shiver with nerves as my fingertips gently caressed the plane of her throat and across her chest, dropping to skim the polished swell of her breast. I felt her breath hitch when I found the sweet bud of her nipple, and her breath left her when I pulled her to me and planted my mouth to hers.
This is heaven.
I pulled away and looked down into her beautiful face. There was no need for words. I was in love with her and she was in love with me. The time was right. We were both eighteen. We were ready.
She smiled and kissed me again, soft and gentle at first, but it grew stronger and more demanding as our bodies began to respond. I was hard as fuck, but in the base of my belly a desire I had never known before began to spread through me, and I wanted to take this slow. I wanted to savor this moment. Savor her.
“Have you got them?” Indy asked shyly.
She was talking about condoms. I nodded.
“Can I see them?”
The foil pouch was on my nightstand. I passed it to her. Inspecting it in her hand, she looked so unsure, so nervous. But then she looked up at me and smiled.
“Can I put it on you?”
The question sent pleasure tingling through me and I wondered if it was such a good idea. I had wanted her for so long I wasn’t sure I could stand it. But I nodded and watched, speechless, as she tore open the wrapper with glittered nails, and removed the latex sheath. Her eyes dropped to my erection and she bit her lip.
“Are you ready?” she asked.
I swallowed deeply, my throat dry, and managed to croak out a yes.
When she touched me, I trembled, and my breath left me in a deep exhale. Sensations crashed through me as her fingers curled around me and slowly rolled the latex down my hard shaft. I sucked in a deep breath. When she was finished, she stepped back.
I drank her in. Standing there naked, looking across at me shyly, her long, blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders. I kissed her, then, walking her backwards toward the bed, and laying her down amongst the sheets. I crawled over her, my body instantly responding to the feel of her beneath me because I had dreamed of this for so long. Her legs parted and I rested my hips between them as I continued to kiss her, letting our bodies find their own way together.
I pulled back to look at her. Somewhere in the back of my mind I thought about asking her, once again, if she was sure. But it seemed pointless, because she had assured me she was ready and wanted me to be her first. So, there was nothing but silence and the locking of our eyes as I slowly pushed into her body and took her virginity from her.