Once she reached my stomach, she slid her hand around to my back and pulled me close to her. My heart was beating fast enough that I was sure she could hear it right through my chest. The feeling of her lips against mine, though familiar, seemed completely different this way. It felt like an electrical current running from her fingers on my skin down to my groin and an unexpected feeling of uncertainly in my gut at the same time.
Our lips moved together, and her hands ran up and down from my shoulder blades to my lower back. I placed my hands on either side of her face, deepening the kiss and making sure she still had room to move her hands over me at the same time. I could feel and hear her breaths increase in tempo as she turned her head slightly and ran her tongue over mine, which called attention to the fact that I had been holding my own breath, and I had to break away for a moment.
Mayra’s eyes were wide, and her gaze seemed to be dancing around my chest and stomach. In a flash, she let go of me and grabbed the hem of her shirt.
“Mayra…” I whispered, not really sure what it was I wanted to communicate to her.
“It’s only fair,” she replied softly before she pulled her T-shirt over her head and tossed it on the couch behind her.
Awe was the only word that came to mind.
My mouth was hanging open as I stared unabashedly at the lacy, off-white bra that was now the only thing covering her breasts from my eyes. They weren’t even totally covered because the tops of them weren’t completely hidden from view by the fabric but seemed to sort of spill out the top.
My hands moved before I could even think about what they were doing.
My fingers trailed up from her wrists to her shoulders and then slowly traversed the thin straps that held the scrap of fabric covering her. There was a small birthmark just to the side of the strap on her right, which was, oddly enough, slightly fish-shaped—just like the little mark in the door of her car. Without thinking, I poked it softly with the tip of my index finger.
Mayra giggled, and the sound made my heart beat faster.
Following the line of the strap, my finger traced over her skin, moving down slowly until it was right over where her flesh curved and rose up. I glanced at her face and saw her lips slightly parted with the corners still turned up. Dropping my gaze back to my hand, I continued down to the smooth, soft skin over the top of her breast.
My hands were shaking a little, and I couldn’t believe how soft her skin felt. I stopped right at the little dip between her breasts and took a long, shaky breath. Then I repeated the action with my other hand, again stopping at the dip between.
I let out a long breath and glanced at Mayra, wondering what I was supposed to do next. I would have been perfectly happy just looking at her for the rest of the afternoon, but I was pretty sure she was expecting more, which also made me wonder just how much more she might want.
“I’m…I’m not ready to…to…” I stammered.
“Shh…” Mayra put a finger over my mouth. “Just kiss me—we don’t have to do anything else.”
That suited me just fine, and as our bodies came together along with our lips, I pressed against the soft warmth of her skin and wondered if there was such a thing as karma and if I was finally on the right side of it. Mayra’s hands roamed over my back and arms, and I just wrapped my arms around her and concentrated on the feeling of her breasts pressed against my bare chest like that. It sweetened the kisses, and I felt like everything was finally just…right.
I might not have been ready to have sex, but making out with a half-naked Mayra was a win all the way.
Chapter 14—A Watch is a Bad Substitute for a Ring
“No Ma
yra?” Travis walked into the kitchen with Chinese carryout in a large bag and started pulling cardboard containers out of it. I couldn’t tell from his tone if he was happy about her lack of presence or just curious.
“Her team has practice late today,” I told him.
“I thought you usually watched,” Travis said.
“I do,” I replied, “but I knew you were bringing dinner, so I only watched the first part. If they get done in time, she’ll be over later, but she said not to get her anything. She really doesn’t like Chinese food.”
“She ain’t right,” Travis said with a snicker. “Did you get to second base yet?”
“I don’t even know what that means,” I said with a shake of my head. Travis had completely gotten over any reservations he had about Mayra and I being physical and had turned it into conversations I didn’t really want to have with him. Still, even though he’d ask me questions, he wasn’t too good at answering any of mine. He left that to Bethany.
“Have you touched her tits yet?”
“Travis!” I wasn’t about to answer that even though I really hadn’t, not any more than the very tops of them. I did manage to touch Mayra’s birthmark almost every time we made out, at least. It always made her laugh, but she didn’t seem to mind. Sometimes when we were at school, I’d think about it and want to touch it. I knew I couldn’t, and I’d usually end up with the teacher calling on me about that time, and I wouldn’t know what question had been asked.
Travis laughed and dug into a pile of Lo Mein. Just as I started dishing out rice, the phone rang, and I grabbed the receiver off the hook, expecting it to be Mayra. It wasn’t her, though—it was Megan’s doctor.
“The new medication seems to be having a little bit of an effect,” Dr. Harris said. “I’m really looking forward to seeing how she reacts to you tomorrow. I have some forms and such for you to sign as well.”
I looked up at the calendar and couldn’t believe I had forgotten tomorrow was my visit with Megan. With everything else that had been going on, I had completely lost track of time. As soon as I hung up, I had a serious load of guilt churning around in my stomach.