~Livvy~
As he pulls me out the door behind him, I am waiting for my brain to come back online and put a stop to this nonsense. What the hell was I thinking by kissing him like that? He probably thinks I’m easy instead of a virgin who has no idea what she is doing. A few thoughts consume my brain; my mother’s voice telling me to be wary of all men; John’s harsh words that I’m a prude and as cold as my mother. Just to shut out the voices for once, I quickly leaned forward and kissed him. That seems to be all the encouraging my body and he needs. Even though I don’t really know what I’m doing, he does, and his kiss set me on fire. My body is burning up for more and I don’t know what I need or want, just that I don’t want it to stop. We will have time to talk, won’t we? This is just not something normal people do, so why am I doing it?
We round the corner at the back of the building and enter into a small alleyway. In one second he has me pressed to the wall, grabs my legs and pulls them up to his hips while pressing his body tight to mine. Holy, holy, holy, shit! I had no idea it could feel like this. I have never had a simple kiss turn into this uncontrollable passion that I have no willpower to stop. He buries his face in my neck and pumps his hips over and over. The heat of his breath on my neck sends chills racing all over my body and the press of his hips create a shock wave that radiates from my core to my fingers and toes. “Please, don’t stop.” Am I begging? He is rubbing his body up and down and pushing into me at the same time. My bikini bottoms do nothing but cause a little more friction. I don’t know what is happening to me. I suck in a deep breath to scream out, but his mouth captures any sound that was ready to echo off the alley walls. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I hold on for dear life. Sinking my nails into muscle packed shoulders elicits a groan from his chest that vibrates on mine causing my nipples to harden painfully. It could have been minutes or hours before it registered that he has stopped all movement and just holds me tight to his body and breathes heavily.
“Beautiful.........Livvy.”
I am so stunned by what is happening to and in my body that I keep my eyes squeezed shut and don’t move.
“Shit! I’m so sorry. I don’t know what just came over me. Are you okay? If you want me to take you home I will, no questions asked. Dammit! I finally find you only to blow it. I really am sorry. I feel like a teenager that has no control, but I feel a connection to you. Will you stay with me tonight? Shit! I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”
He is mumbling and cursing but begging at the same time. My eyes unroll in their sockets to lock onto his baby blues. I expected that by this time, my mind would’ve yelled, screamed and ranted for me to walk, no, run away, save yourself, but it is silent. He is apologizing for things that don’t make sense. He has just given me my very first experience and he thinks I want to go home. When was he looking for me to finally find me? He is acting like I should be offended or think that he did something wrong, but I can’t think of anything more right than being with him. What woman wouldn’t want a man to look at her this way? I have never been in love, hell, I don’t think I have ever been loved, but if I did or had, I would want it to feel just like this. He doesn’t act like a guy who set out to seduce me and leave because he seems to be beating himself up over pinning me to a wall and giving me the most pleasure I’ve ever felt. What have I been waiting for? All these years I have been clinging to a virtue that no one but me cherishes. Will he walk away if he knows I’m a virgin? Will he view me as a conquest? As I stare intently into his eyes, I don’t see malicious intent. I see someone who craves me as much I crave him. If this turns out badly, will the memory of how he made me feel in this one moment be worth it? “Yes.”
Chapter Four
Chance:
*a possibility of something happening. *the probability of something desirable happening. *an opportunity to do or achieve something. *the occurrence of events in the absence of any obvious intention or cause.
~Savage~
Oh my God! She said yes. I’m not sure if it was to the take her home question or the hotel,
