His Reverie (Reverie #1)(46)

“Of course. There’s really nothing to forgive.” She pulls away, a tiny smile curling her lips. “Maybe we should kiss and make up though? For like…hours?”

I touch her hair, smoothing it back from her cheeks, letting the silky strands sift through my fingers. We’ve already spent the last few days kissing for hours. It’s our favorite pastime. “Is that what you want?”

An eager nod is her answer, making me chuckle. “You aren’t tired of kissing me yet?” I ask.

Her eyes widen. “Are you tired of kissing me?”

Pushing her more firmly against the door, I release my hold on her and put my hands on either side of her head, caging her in. “I don’t think I could ever get tired of kissing you,” I murmur against her lips before I do just that. Long, wet kisses with plenty of tongue and those little soft whimpers she makes that drive me wild. Until the both of us are panting and I need distance yet again before I lose all control and tear off her clothes.

I’ve dreamed of it endlessly. A naked Reverie beneath me. She’s all I want. I’m consumed with the idea of making her mine. I should win a medal for how patient I’ve been. Everything in my life has always moved fast. Incredibly fast. I hardly had a chance to be a kid, what with how I had to grow up since I spent so much time on my own while Mom worked. I had to take responsibility. And funny thing was, I wanted it all to happen fast.

Now I’m forced to take things slow and though it’s driving me straight out of my mind most nights, I’m also enjoying it. Savoring my time with Reverie because I know it’s not going to last.

It can’t. And I think she knows it too.

“Do you want me to take you home?” I ask when I can finally find words. My heart is racing, it’s like I can feel my blood pumping in my veins and my entire body feels like it’s a live wire, buzzing and electric. All from a few heady kisses.

I’m trying to do the right thing here but it can be so damn hard sometimes.

She shakes her head, her slender hands coming up to cup my cheeks. “I want you to show me your room.”

“What about this?” I grasp hold of her hand and hold it up between us, flashing the ring she’s wearing at her.

Her eyes widen in shock and she drops her other hand from my cheek. “What about it?”

“Your father gave it to you right?” I keep my gaze level on her, watching as conflicting emotions wash across her face.

“How did you know?” She sounds surprised. Good. The girl always keeps me on my toes and uses it unknowingly to her advantage.

“Michael told me.”

A soft sigh escapes her and she gently tugs her hand from mine, staring down at the pretty ring on her finger. “My father made me promise myself to him,” she admits quietly. “More like he made me promise that I would save myself for marriage and pledge myself to him and God until then.”

Right. So her being here makes absolutely no sense. “What are we doing, Reverie? Why are you here? With me?” I need an answer. What’s happening between us feels like more than a few stolen kisses here and there. I like this girl. A lot.

Too much probably.

“It was easy to make that promise. Back when I was fifteen and never really talked to a boy. I knew nothing about the opposite sex. About sex in general. My dad wanted to use me as an example to the rest of his congregation. He worried that girls were falling prey to using their bodies to get what they wanted and I agreed.” She rests her hand on my chest, stroking absently, and my eyes want to cross at how good her touch feels.

“I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to,” I say. It pains me to say it, but I don’t force girls to be with me. Mom taught me to respect women no matter what and I sure as hell respected her. I respect Reverie too. She stands by her beliefs and she’s not ashamed to admit them to me. She knows what she wants.

But the way she’s looking at me right now, I’m thinking that what she wants is me.

“You’re not forcing me to do anything, Nicholas.” She smiles as she slips her hand beneath my shirt and touches my stomach, her fingers lightly tickling. “Show me your room.”

Anticipation curls through me, and that electric feeling intensifies. I know she’s trying to change the subject. She doesn’t want to talk about the promise she made to her father. Neither do I. “You sure?”

“Yes.” She kisses me, her lips soft and damp and I immediately want more. More kisses, more touches, more Reverie. “Please?”

We’re quiet. My brain is going a hundred miles a minute and I can only imagine what she’s thinking. “I won’t force you to do anything that you’re not comfortable with,” I say, wanting to reassure her. “You understand that, right? You can say no. I won’t be angry.”

“I know. But I…I want to do things. With you. Only you.” She slings her arms around my neck and clings to me. “I want you to teach me.”

Damn, this girl… “Teach you what?” I ask hoarsely.

“Everything. I want to know everything. About intimacy and love and…sex.” She stumbles over the last word, which I think is kind of cute. And I swear there’s a faint pink flush in her cheeks. She’s blushing. Even after everything we’ve shared. And everything we’re about to share.