I hope it does. That’s all I want too. To make him feel good, in the hopes he’ll do the same for me.
“I’m not doing anything beyond kissing,” I warn him, not wanting him to think I’ll let this go any farther than that.
“I only want to kiss you,” he reassures, his lips quirked up in a barely-there smile.
The smile throws me off. Do I amuse him? I don’t know how to feel about any of this. Excited. Nervous. Scared. Ready.
All of the above.
“Okay…good. Because I’m not about to let you do whatever you want to me, just so you know.”
“Don’t worry, Wren. Your virginity is safe.” He pauses. “For now.”
I go completely still, staring at him.
If what we’re doing progresses further, then yes…
He’s right.
When I circle my shaking hands around his nape, he bends down, his mouth hovering just above mine.
“You know this isn’t going to end well,” he murmurs as he traces my jaw with his fingertips.
I stare at him, hating what he said.
Hating more that I agree with him.
“You sure you want me to be your first?” He drifts his fingers across my cheek, sliding them into my hair, holding the side of my head, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Because after I take one, I’m going to want them all.”
I nod slowly, unable to look away from him. He’s got me in a trance, and I don’t ever want to come out of it.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, Birdy.” He returns his mouth to my ear, his voice a guttural whisper as he murmurs, “You promise to do the same for me?”
“Yes,” I whisper, a whimper leaving me when he pulls away slightly.
“Then I’m yours.” His lips brush mine. “All yours.”
The moment our mouths connect, I’m lost. He kisses me once. Twice. He hums low in his throat, and my body responds to the sound with a slow, steady pulse between my legs. I part my lips with every brush of his mouth, my breath catching when his tongue teases mine, then retreats.
Oh God. I want him to do that again.
His hand falls to my cheek, angling my head just so as we continue to kiss, his tongue teasing mine. Every gentle flick or slow circle of his tongue to mine makes me aware of my body. How it’s coming to life. Tingles sweeping over my skin. A surge of moisture between my thighs. His hand falls to my neck, his skimming fingers making me shiver as he tilts my head back further, deepening the kiss.
My body catches fire and I grip the back of his head, holding him to me. His other hand is at my waist and he tries to pull me closer, but our coats are blocking us. A frustrated whimper rings in the air and I realize…
It came from me.
He whispers my name against my lips, and I sigh, the sound full of so much longing, I’m almost embarrassed. But it doesn’t deter him. He slips his fingers just under the hem of my sweater, his hand on my bare skin making me flush hot everywhere. I drop my hands to his broad shoulders, testing his strength, and he groans. The sound gives me the courage to keep touching him and I run my hand down the front of his chest. Rest it right where his heart thunders beneath my palm, and I have a realization.
I affect him just as much as he affects me.
The car picks up speed, racing down the city streets, and I wonder briefly where we’re at. Where Peter is taking us.
I break away from Crew’s still-seeking lips, trying to catch my breath, and he kisses my neck, his mouth hot and damp against my sensitive skin. I think of my dad. The car he hired to drive me to the gallery this morning. How I never called that driver to pick me up and take me home. I’m sure he reported back to my father.
They’re probably worried about me.
“What time is it?” I ask, panting softly between each word.