Calmly, Carefully, Completely(72)

“Yeah,” she admits. But she’s not smiling. She’s laboring over this a little. “But then you came into the barn and asked me if I kissed him. I couldn’t lie to you.” She turns my face to hers and looks into my eyes. “You’re the only one I want to kiss, Pete. You’re the only one I want to be with. You’re the only one I want to hold me and touch me.” She waves a hand in front of her face like a fan. “God, it’s getting hot in here,” she says.

I pick Reagan up again, and her eyes go wide when I lay her down on the futon. I part her knees ever so slowly and run my hands up the inside of her thighs, one on each side, spreading her open so that I can lie down on top of her.

When I settle into the warmth of her, I realize she’s trembling again. “This okay?” I ask as I brace myself on my elbows, my head just below her chin.

“Yeah,” she breathes. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down to her chest, where I lay my head on her boobs. I turn my face and nuzzle into her and realize the crest of her breast has to be directly beside my mouth. Her hands sift through the short hair on my head, her fingertips playful and light. “So, last night,” she says. She waits. I lift my head so I can look into her face. She has her lower lip caught tightly between her teeth, and then she rushes to say on an exhale, “I really liked what we did last night.”

I chuckle. “I could tell.” God, I feel so light and so heavy at the same time. I rock my hips against her and her bottom lifts, pushing her soft, warm, probably pink and pretty parts toward my dick. Shit. “I did, too.”

She tugs my hair until I look into her face again. “Is this too fast?” she whispers.

I look down toward where my dick is only separated from her warmth by my jeans and those tiny little things she calls shorts. “I still have my pants on. I promise.”

She groans. “I’m not talking about that.” She gestures from me to her and back. “Me and you. Is this going too fast?” she asks.

My breath hitches. “I don’t know,” I say. “Is it too fast for you?”

She shakes her head. “We just met a few days ago.” Like she has to remind me.

Then why does it feel like my heart has been waiting for her forever? “Mmm hmm,” I hum, as I scooch myself up a little so my lips can touch hers. She kisses me back, her mouth soft and insistent against mine. I pull back, and she grins. “What?” I ask, her smile contagious as I feel my own tug at the corners of my lips.

“That kiss wasn’t quite as epic as the last one,” she says.

I take her lips again, soft and slow, my tongue sliding into her mouth, my heart rejoicing when hers rasps against mine, all velvet and heat. “We’ll have to work on that,” I reply when I finally lift my head.

She nods. Her mouth is close to my ear when she says, “I want it to be as epic for you as it was for me.” A shiver runs up my spine, and I rock my hips, pushing against her heat. I can’t help myself. Shit. “Would you let me do that for you?” she asks.

She looks so unsure of herself that I can tell this is hard for her. She doesn’t like asking. And she wouldn’t be asking if it wasn’t important to her. “Not with your parents downstairs,” I murmur.

“I don’t mean now,” she says with a blow of her breath.

“Oh.” Wishful thinking and all that.

She laughs. “Another time?” she asks. “When my parents aren’t within thirty feet of us?”

I nod. Shit. What did I just get myself into?