“That bonfire senior year.”
“The one where we danced?” I asked.
“We should’ve done more than
dance, ya know.”
I felt my pelvis lurch to life as I panned my gaze over to her.
“What?” I asked.
“Oh, come on. You’ll never convince me that you didn’t know I wanted you to kiss me that night,” Katie said.
“You did?”
“Stop playing stupid. It doesn’t suit you,” she said.
“I did wanna kiss ya, you know,” I said.
Her eyes met mine as she clenched her beer between those beautiful thighs of hers.
“Then why didn’t you?” she asked.
“I was nervous,” I said. “I didn’t wanna push boundaries. You were freshly eighteen, and I was well into my twenties. Didn’t know what ya’d think if I tried.”
“What if I told you I wanted you to kiss me now?”
My eyes fluttered down her body as she turned herself toward me. She sat up on her knees, the distant light of the fire dancing along her curves. She looked splendid. Her orange blouse was dripping with shadows that cast a voluptuous slope over her breasts. Her dainty waist was calling to my palms, and her black pants were draped over hips I wanted to feel against my body. I brought my beer to my lips and drained the rest of it, debating between taking my chance and being mindful of my brothers.
But I wanted her.
Just like I’d wanted her that night.
I set my empty beer bottle off to the side before I plucked hers from her fingertips. I tossed it onto the ground, listening as the beer poured out onto the soil. I grasped her waist and pulled her down into my lap, a little squeal falling from between her lips. I gripped her chin between my fingers and forced her to look at me, then I guided her lips slowly to mine.
They were soft and supple, like pillows on clouds that drifted through the sky. I wrapped my arm around her back and parted my legs, allowing her round ass to sink between them. She wrapped her arms around my neck, our tongues slowly exploring the other as fire coursed through my veins.
But then, Katie leaned up and straddled my lap.
CHAPTER 20
KATIE
Andrew’s hands rushed up my back, but his tongue kept a languid pace. I could hear everyone off in the distance enjoying the fire, but the two of us were alone in the field. The stars above us were twinkling like wildfire as Andrew’s hands pulled my blouse from my pants. His movements were so slow, and his skin felt electric against mine. I didn’t think he was ever going to start taking my clothes off, but he did.
Slowly and torturously, he stripped me naked and laid me down on that blanket.
He was touching every inch of me. Swelling my lips with his kisses while his hands caressed every part of my body. He placed open-mouthed kisses down my neck, licking and flicking and making me squirm. His hands caressed my hips and squeezed my thighs, drawing a wetness from deep within my body. He took time with my breasts, cupping them and flicking my nipples with his tongue.
I was panting, heaving into the darkness of the night. I could smell the beer that had dripped onto the ground as the smell of barbecue wafted from his lips. I could feel the tenderness he sought even though his body was shaking with need. I was completely bare to him as his mouth finished kissing my body. Naked underneath the stars as he hovered over me and drank me in.
There wasn’t an inch of me that wasn’t covered in the warmth of his lips. There wasn’t a crevice of my body his palms hadn’t massaged. I looked up at him and watched him remove his clothing, his green eyes darkened with lust. His muscles were bare for me, drenched in moonlight and throbbing with adrenaline. He was perfect. His arms were chiseled, and his chest was thick. His shoulders were broad, and his thighs were muscular.
His hands spread my knees as he eyed my wetness, and I watched as a grin crawled across his face.
“Let me get us somethin’ real quick,” Andrew said.
“If it’s a condom, don’t bother. Unless you want it. I’m on the shot, so it’s not a big deal.”