In town, Drake pulled into the post office parking lot, and handed me my silky pink sleeping mask.
“Put this on.”
“Did you get this out of my bag?” I cocked an eyebrow in question.
He winked. “Maybe.”
If he’d gotten it out of my gray duffel bag, there was a chance he’d seen my vibrator. Heat surged to my cheeks. I’d never had one when I lived here—I hadn’t needed one. Biting my lip, I asked, “What else did you see?”
“Nothing.”
His response was too quick. I knew he’
d seen my vibrator. “Are you sure?”
In response, I got another wink, and he held out the blindfold. “You ready to get going?”
With a giggle, I took it and put it on. A few seconds later, I felt the truck move forward. It was time for a little fun. “Can you tell me just one thing?”
“Depends.”
“Were you gentle with the bag? There’s something very important to me in there.”
He paused for a second, and then his voice grew deeper. “How important?”
“Off-the-charts important. It’s given me some of the best memories ever. Life altering.”
There was a muttered curse word, and I smiled. Drake was very well endowed, but he was also possessive of my pleasure. When Drake had found out I was a virgin after we started dating, he’d started to take things slower. I thought back to that moment.
Drake’s lips had grazed mine as he kissed me. I could kiss him for hours. We’d been together two months. And on that day, I’d been allowed to go out to dinner with him. That had been a condition of my dad allowing me to date Drake. I had to be eighteen for dinner dates. Dad had been a little cautious about us dating because Drake was two years older.
Leaning me back, Drake hovered on top of me. His hand crept under my shirt, and our eyes met. “You are beautiful.”
Drake’s words warmed me as his hand slid up my shirt. This was as far as we’d gone. When I brought his head down to meet mine, he knew I was telling him to keep going. My nipples hardened, needing to feel his strong hands on me.
Drake gave a deep rumble of satisfaction when his hands brushed the stiff peaks of my breasts for the first time. I arched my back as the sensations spiraled through me. He rolled one nipple through his fingers.
“Fuck, your body is so responsive.”
I shifted my hips, looking for some kind of relief. One of his hands trailed down my stomach.
As his tongue commanded my mouth, I moaned.
“Fuck, I want you.”
“Me, too.” But then I stiffened. Are we ready? Will it hurt? I’d never had sex before.
Drake immediately sensed a change within me, and he pulled his hand back. “What’s wrong?”
I felt foolish, so I remained silent. It was no secret that Drake was more experienced than I was. I’d seen him take girls out on more than one occasion. I tried to pull him back to me, but he sat back on his heels. “Lex, tell me what’s wrong.”
“I… uhh…”
As I stalled, his face grew more concerned, and his brows knitted together. I made sure my shirt was pulled down and sat up. “Why don’t we head home.”
“I’ll take you home. But I want to know what happened.” Drake put his hand on my cheek and rubbed my jaw. “I just want to know if I did something wrong, Lex. You know you’re different.”
“Different?”