I nodded fervently, and he responded eagerly, palming my breast over the fabric. Every kiss went deeper, every touch meant more, and yet, it still wasn’t enough.
“Please, Car.”
His kisses slowed, even as I ground down on him again, that friction now warming my lower belly. My body seemed to hum against his, moving only because he was there to make me move. I wanted him in ways I’d never known, but he seemed to know just fine.
“Hold on.” I tracked his hand as it fell from my breast and moved to his back pocket, then pulled out a square, golden packet.
His eyes darted between mine. “We don’t have to if you’re not ready.” I stared at the packet, his words barely audible as the heat consumed my body. “This was stupid, I shouldn’t have—”
I palmed his cheeks as the realization that he was trying to end what we were doing finally funneled in through my murky thoughts. “No, I—” I swallowed, ignoring the packet and focusing on him. There was onlyhim. “I want to.”
He smiled softly. “Yeah?”
“Yes.”
He wasted no time in adjusting the bench seat, pushing it as far from the steering wheel as he could. We both laughed as our bodies jerked with the movement, but as his eyes settled back on me, all the laughter in the truck left.
Carver lifted the packet between us. “Do you want to help me?”
I nodded again, because apparently all words were really difficult to form when you wanted to have sex.
I lifted from his lap, allowing him to undo his jeans and shimmy them down his hips. His hand wrapped around himself, giving it a firm stroke. I tried not to act like what I saw was new, or impressive—I didn’t want him to know exactly how little I knew.
He fit the packet between his teeth and ripped it open with a single pull. “Here.” Our hands came together, and he guided me in fitting the condom over the top, then rolling down his length. He groaned as we reached the end.
I went to move, not knowing what to do next, but he put his hand over my panties. I blushed as he said, “I’m going to move this to the side, sweetheart. Don’t be shy. There’s not a single part of you I don’t find gorgeous.”
I nodded, allowing his fingers to glide over the fabric of my panties before inching them over. I put both hands on his shoulders as I guided my hips over him.
“Is this your first time?” he asked.
“No,” I lied, and he paused for a moment before nodding, just like he’d done at the party. “Yours?”
Another pause, then he shook his head.
“You’re really special to me, you know that, right?”
I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “Yes. I know.”
His hands went to my waist. “Kiss me, Ly. I want your lips on mine when we do this.”
I complied, dipping my face down at the same time my hips lowered. He nudged my entrance, and I could feel his hand come between us again, feeling my center and adjusting his placement to meet it.
The moment our lips met, I sank down completely, feeling an immediate surge of pain at the way he was stretching me.
A whimpering sound came from my throat, one of obvious pain. Car noticed immediately. “Shit, are you okay?” I nodded and forced my lips back to his, letting our kisses take over my senses while hoping he’d ignore the rest.
Strange warmth spread along my thighs, then more. I let a hand dip between us as Car started kissing down my neck, palming my breast. When I raised my hand to see what the warmth was, fear hit me, and I froze.
Car stopped kissing me. “Ly, what—” His eyes fell to my hand, and he sighed. “You lied again, sweetheart.”
“I don’t—”
“It’s okay. I did, too.” He took my hand in his, not caring at all that his hand was now streaked with my blood, possibly just as much as his thighs were.
“You lied?”
He chuckled, then pulled my dress down further, capturing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Turns out”—I moaned and his other hand tightened around mine—“we’re both virgins. Or, were.”
