“I prepped myself.”
“You... What does that mean?”
I hummed as his pupils dilated. “It’s exactly what you think. I’m sparkly clean on the inside and out for you, Casanova. I wanted tonight to be special in every way imaginable. I hope those sandwiches aren’t going to spoil if we don’t eat them right away.”
“I don’t care if they do.” Cole lunged forward, grabbed me, and lifted me. I squealed with excitement and wrapped my legs around his waist. He dropped us to the blanket and pressed hisbody against mine. “But they won’t. Mav said he put ice packs in the basket to keep them cold.”
I snatched the hat from his head and combed my fingers through his dark curls. “Smart.” I waited for Cole to make a move, but he didn’t. I dragged a thumb over his fat bottom lip. “You okay?”
“I just... Where should I start first?” he whispered. “I’ve only been with girls before, and I don’t want to mess this up.”
I kissed him softly. “Do you want to remove your clothes for me?”
“What about your family? Will they come looking for you?”
“They’re going to be out late tonight.”
I was more than happy when my parents told me they were going out of town for the evening with my brother and sister to some racing thing. They had invited me, but I had politely declined. I had been thinking about when we could have this time together, when the right moment would be, and this couldn’t have been timed more perfectly.
“Oh.” Cole quickly yanked his shirt up over his head. “And you’re sure you want to do this? We don’t have to. I wouldn’t want...Fuck.” He groaned when I smoothed my hands over his pink, pebbled nipples. “That feels good.”
I smiled. “I know.” I liked his hard body. It was muscled and tight from years of playing hockey. I was leaner, smaller than he was. I wasn’t ashamed of myself because dancing had kept me trim and fit, too, but Cole was something altogether different. His abs had abs.
“I want to see you, baby,” he whispered. “Naked, I mean.”
I continued to move my palms over his warm skin. “You can take my clothes off.” I met his heated gaze. “Would you like to do that for me?”
“I would.” Cole nodded as he tugged his bottom lip between his teeth. “What if I’m not good at this? What if I mess it up?”
I cupped his cheek. “You won’t.” I slipped out from beneath his body. “I’m not an expert. You have nothing to worry about, Cole. You’re going to do just fine.”
“But you’ve been with other guys.” His brows dipped in worry. “I want to make this good for you.”
I dropped a kiss against his lips. “Do you want to wait?”
“Do you?” Cole dug his fingers into the bottom of my shirt.
Instead of answering, I leaned forward to kiss him again, slipping my tongue between his lips to twist it with his. Cole sighed happily as he slipped one hand under my top to press it against my stomach. It was warm against my skin. He tugged up my shirt with the other, and when we pulled apart so he could remove it, he looked nearly feral with want. His blue eyes were dark, his lips parted, and his cheeks flushed.
Cole’s heated gaze dragged over my skin. I opened my mouth to encourage him to touch me again, but he didn’t need it. Cole pushed me onto my back, and kissed down my neck, over my shoulders, and against my nipples. My hips arched at the contact, pleasure pooling in my belly. He whispered something I couldn’t understand while his tongue lapped against the sensitive bud, and I tugged gently on his curls. Cole was perfect for me. A beautiful boy who I was falling for despite trying not to. He was kind, funny, and sweet. I wanted this relationship to last once we both went home. We could absolutely make this work if we wanted it to.
“Baby, can we take off your pants?” Cole asked. He was back at my mouth again. He peppered kisses against my lips before licking inside.
I smiled. “Of course.”
“Let me,” he said eagerly. He whipped them off, then did the same with his own, leaving us both naked. “Jesus, you’re beautiful. Your skin is so soft, and you always smell so fucking good.”
I blushed, thankful it was dark. “Thank you, Casanova.”
I wanted to tell him how I felt. That I was pretty sure I was in love with him or nearly there, but now wasn’t the right time. Soon, though. Tomorrow, maybe. Or later tonight. Maybe when...
“Shit.” I moaned as Cole’s lips wrapped around my length.
“Okay?” He stopped to look up at me.
I smiled. “Mm, more than okay.”
I knew he was nervous. But Cole had nothing to worry about. Even though I had been with more guys than I wanted to admit, none of them really meant anything. I hadn’t had feelings for them. None of them were Cole. None of them made me want to screamI love youat the top of my lungs or want to change my entire life around for them. I had known from the first time I had read his letters that he was different. Even at just sixteen years old.