He groaned into my mouth, and I’d never felt so powerful in my life.
All I wanted in that moment was him. All the other turmoil in my mind was silenced, which was extremely rare for me. But all I couldfeelwas him; all I could focus on was him.
It was the most peace I’d experienced in years, and I needed more.
I needed him closer.
I pulled on his hair and slid my hand further up the back of his shirt, trying to get to as much of his heated skin as possible. I felt like I was burning up from the inside. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything before.
I started moving against him, more small moans still coming from the back of my throat.
He growled against my mouth, and then suddenly, his heat was gone.
When I opened my eyes, he was standing just out of reach, breathing heavily and pushing his hands through his hair, making the dark strands stand up at all angles.
I frowned.
“Why did you stop?” I asked when I could catch my breath.
“You’ve had a shock tonight,” he bit out. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides again. “I’m taking advantage of you.”
“You’re not taking advantage of me at all,” I said in confusion. “Is this because I’m not very competent?”
“What?” he asked in confusion.
I sighed. “The logistics of kissing,” I said, then shrugged. “I’m not at all familiar with the standards logistics. I’m afraid I’ve no frame of reference.”
“The logistics of kissing?” His lips tipped up in small smile for a moment before his eyes went wide. “Wait a minute. What do you mean by ‘no frame of reference’?”
“I don’t have any data to refer to as far as kissing goes.”
Surely this had all been obvious to him?
“You’ve never…” Mike shook his head slowly. “I’m sorry, but are you saying you’ve never been kissed? Vicky, I… how is that even possible? You’re beautiful.”
“I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone before. In fact, the very idea of kissing any other human makes me feel physically ill.”
My cheeks started heating as my embarrassment increased.
“Until I met you that is. Kissing you does not make me feel physically ill.”
I thought I should clarify this point as I didn’t want Mike to be deterred from further kissing activities should further opportunities arise.
“Kissing you makes me feel like I’m…” I needed to find the words to describe the feeling. I wanted to be accurate. “Like I’m burning from the inside out. Like I’m finally breathing after years of feeling suffocated. Like I’m in pain but a good pain. Kissing you silences the noise in my head and that’s never happened before, not to me.”
Mike was staring at me, the intense brown of his eyes lighting with golden flecks and burning into mine. His jaw was clenched. His body vibrating with energy, like every muscle was pulled tight.
“Um…” I started, not quite understanding what was happening, “Mike? Are you okay?”
“No, Vicky.” His voice was hoarse as his fists bunched by his sides. “I’m not okay.”
“Oh, why?”
“Because I’ve just found out that I’m your first kiss and?—”
“If it’s a problem, that’s quite alright.” His eyebrows went up. “I would understand it being a bit off-putting, so?—”
“Off-putting?” Mike said in a strangled voice.
