Chapter 5

5

GEORGIA

I ’d pictured my first real kiss many times over the years. I’d imagined it happening on prom night, overlooking a scenic view up in the mountains, and so many other places. But I’d never once pictured that a good kiss would make any location romantic.

This happened to be somewhat romantic, though. We were seated in front of a campfire, bellies full of delicious food and chocolate.

The kiss started out slow and sweet, but within seconds it escalated. I wasn’t sure if I’d done that or he had. But when I felt his hand on my jawline, I could have swooned at the romance of it all.

On impulse, I snaked my tongue out slightly to meet his, and he moaned as a result. That sent warmth spiraling through me and landing directly in the space between my legs.

My hands wandered first. I couldn’t help it. His moan had brought something out in me. I slid my hand over the two armrests that separated us and settled my fingers onto his upper thigh.

I paused there, waiting for his reaction. But I got nothing. He continued kissing me as his hand moved to my neck, tangling his fingers in my hair as he went in for a deeper kiss.

That brought a challenge. How far could I go before he’d react? I let my fingers wander, moving toward the seam of his jeans and upward, exploring the bulge beneath his zipper.

I was so busy exploring that, I didn’t notice he was no longer focusing on the kiss. I finally realized it when he removed his hand from my neck.

But if I was worried he was going to stop me, that worry disappeared when I felt the blanket move, cold air rushing in. Within seconds, I felt that same hand tugging at my work shirt, pulling the tucked-in hem from my pants and moving over my bare stomach. This was what I’d missed out on in high school—parking in a deserted lot somewhere with a guy on a car date and making out until the guy’s hands finally started wandering.

It was so much better than I’d imagined, but that probably had a lot to do with the fact that this was a man, not a teenage guy. Plus, this attraction had been buzzing between us all day. It was bound to be hot as heck when we finally did get together.

His fingers finally made it to my breast, palming me, the heat of his hand seeming to burn through the thin cotton of my bra. Then he slid his thumb beneath the cup. As he skimmed it over my nipple, my back arched, nearly knocking the blanket off me. I gripped it tighter, tugging it back to my shoulder.

Lucky’s touch only made me want him more, and it was almost of their own accord that my own fingers began wandering. I found his zipper and pulled it down, then I worked at the fastening of his jeans, grateful he wasn’t wearing a belt.

He moved around a little to help loosen his pants at the same time my hand dove beneath the waistband of his underwear, immediately coming into contact with his rigid shaft. He was so big and thick and hard. It was different from what I’d expected. There was something so powerful about his erection. I didn’t think it was possible to be turned on just by touching him, but that was exactly what happened.

He broke the kiss as I stroked him as far down as I could go, then back up again. It wasn’t easy with his underwear, but his heavy breathing spurred me on.

And then he was undoing my pants, showing much more skill than I had. The fact that he had experience with this surprisingly didn’t bother me. I wasn’t jealous of the women who’d come before. It made me feel desirable to be with someone who’d had his fair share of women and chosen me, if only for this one night.

But as his hand slid below my waistband, and he let out a groan when he slid his finger inside me, I realized I didn’t want this to be a one-time thing. I wanted it to be forever.

“Close your eyes and focus on what I’m doing to you,” he said into my ear.

We’d stopped kissing by then, and I realized to anyone who might see us from the windows, we’d look like two people sitting in front of the fire, enjoying the view, our heads close together, a blanket pulled up around our shoulders. Nothing out of the ordinary.

But something very out of the ordinary was happening beneath that blanket. His finger centered on a part of my body I hadn’t even known was so sensitive. He ran his finger over it in a pattern—circles, then back and forth, then circles again.

The heat that spread to that area, was like nothing I’d ever experienced. I felt slippery and wet and warm, and I wanted more—so much more. I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything.

“I want you to come for me,” he said.

I let out a gasp. I kept my eyes closed, though, and my face straight ahead. A pressure began building inside me, and I knew it was leading somewhere. I just wasn’t sure what would happen when I got there.

I was being taken up, up, up, and then I crested and the most incredible sensations washed over me. It was a rush of euphoria, along with an intense pleasure I wouldn’t have been able to describe, even to my closest friend.

Slowly, gradually, my body came down, but I still felt warm all over, and the euphoria didn’t go away. I was aware, though, that my hand was still on Lucky’s erection.

“Let’s go back to your room,” I said. “I know a back way.”