My Better Life - Page 74

Every single cell in my body has attuned itself to his voice, and they’re all vibrating, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

“You’re not ready. But maybe…” His eyelids lower and his mouth softens. “Maybe you can describe our first time?”

I’m wrapped in his heat, and I feel almost as if I’m being dipped in the crucible. Maybe Gavin’s right. I was jagged before, maybe he’s smoothing out all my rough edges.

We never had a first time. We’re not married. We never had sex. I know as much about our first time as Gavin does. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t also imagined it. I can tell him my fantasy of our first time, and in that, I’ll be telling him the truth. We’ll have a first time together.

I nod, my head swimming like jelly. I want to touch him, I want to kiss him, I want to take him inside me. All that need I experienced when I first saw him is back, but a thousand times more, because I know him now.

His eyes light up and he whispers, “Thank goodness. I don’t know how many more cold showers I can take.”

I fight a smile. “No touching though.”

His forehead wrinkles, and he frowns in thought. “What if…what if when you describe it, you touch yourself remembering me, and I’ll do the same?”

Holy.

Holy.

Mountain top of flame.

I let out a shaky breath. The image I have in my mind is enough to make me nearly come undone right here and right now.

“Okay. Yes.”

“Yes?” His grip on my arms tightens and he focuses on me so completely that I feel devoured by his stare.

“Yes.”

He lets me go and takes a step back. “Good. I’m…okay. Dang, was I this nervous the first time too? I feel like a sixteen-year-old about to grope my girlfriend under the bleachers.” He grins at me. “Are you nervous?”

I nod. “A little.”

A lot.

I flush at the widening of his smile. “Tell me what happened.”

I clear my throat and glance around the silent studio, all the memories of the past have receded and I’m only left with me and Gavin standing in the middle of the room, in this moment.

My voice comes out low and scratchy as I start. “You were twenty-one and I was eighteen.”

“Mmm. Younger woman.” He winks.

I repress a smile. “You were traveling through the mountains and you stopped for the night at a rental cabin. When you arrived I still hadn’t finished…cleaning.”

He watches my mouth, paying close attention to every word. “I found you in my cabin?”

I take a step back. “You did. I was on my knees. On the floor.”

He groans. “I wish I could remember that.”

Everything up until this moment almost happened, there was a cabin, and I was cleaning, sort of. But this is where my fantasy deviates from reality.

“You saw me, I jumped to my feet, and you said, ‘I don’t know your name, but I do know I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.’”

“A bit forward, wasn’t I? Did that line work?”

“No. I said, ‘Nice try, city boy.’”

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