“I guess I didn’t put myself out there like I should have.” He lifted his glass and sipped the wine. “I’m okay with that though, because now I’m here with you.”
“You know I had a huge crush on you, right?” I put my glass back down and picked up my fork. “Like, you probably don’t even want to know the details.”
“You, half the other girls in my class, most of the soccer moms in loveless marriages, and my co-workers.” He chuckled and shrugged. “I’m not blind.”
We finished our food and decided we were too full for dessert. The end of dinner made my stomach churn with concern. I wasn’t on a date with a high school boy I could control with a little teasing. Gavin was older and a lot more experienced
. If he pushed for more than a goodnight kiss, I was going to have to reveal that I wasn’t the wild girl my reputation made me out to be. I liked him, but I was terrified that my secret would bring the best date of my life to a screeching halt. We walked outside the restaurant and he put his hands on my hips.
“I’m guessing we should go back to my place since you don’t exactly have the house to yourself.” He leaned forward and kissed my neck.
“Gavin…” My words got caught in my throat as his lips made me shiver. “I have to tell you something.”
“Why waste time talking?” He squeezed my ass and turned me around. “There’s something we can do with our lips that is so much better.”
He slid a hand up my back and when it was resting on my neck, he pulled me close. His lips crushed mine and his tongue slid into my mouth. All of the fantasies I had created in my mind didn’t prepare me for the real thing. His kiss made my head spin. I started kissing him back and he got even more forceful, tightening his grip as he pillaged my mouth with his passion. I lost touch with the real world and while our lips were connected, nothing mattered but the two of us in that moment. When he finally leaned back, I was gasping for air, but I didn’t mind at all.
“You were saying?” He tilted his head and his stone colored eyes seemed to get more intense as he looked at me.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of this very moment.” I looked down at the ground. “But I am not the girl you think I am.”
“You’re not a gorgeous young woman in a red dress that leaves me breathless?” He leaned forward and kissed my ear. “You’re not having fun?”
“I really like—god, this is a dream come true.” I sighed deeply and felt a chill sweep over me as his lips moved down to my neck. “I’m just not sure I’m what you want. All of the stories you heard about me weren’t true. I’ve never been with a man before…”
“I’m sure I’m different from the boys you’re used to.” He let his tongue linger on my neck as he kissed it again.
“That’s not what I meant.” I gasped and squeezed his shoulder. “I’m still a virgin.”
“Wait, what?” He leaned back and his eyes grew wide with surprise. “Are you serious?”
“I am.” I lifted my eyes to meet his. “Like I said, I’m probably not what you’re looking for, even if I’m floating on a cloud right now.”
“This is unexpected, I’ll admit.” He moved his hands down to my hips and then suddenly pulled me close again. “But it isn’t enough to scare me off. I still want to take you back to my place.”
“There’s nowhere else I want to go.” My heart skipped a beat as I watched his eyes flicker.
I expected him to reject me when he found out that I didn’t exactly live up to the bad girl reputation I had in high school. I figured it would be an abrupt end to the date. When he led me back to his car and started driving to his house, I was practically trembling. He was the man I always dreamed about losing my virginity to. He was the fantasy that was locked in the realm of impossibility. I no longer regretted my choices. I had wanted it so long that even three years apart hadn’t quelled the desires.
We got back to his house and the minute the door was closed, his lips were on mine again and his hands were tugging at my dress. My hands explored his physique, pulling his tucked shirt out of his pants.
“God, you’re so fucking hot.” His lips moved up to my ear.
“Mr. King…” I giggled and slid my hand underneath his shirt. “That’s the kind of language that gets people sent to detention.”
“You would know.” He pulled on my dress until it was bunched around my waist. “You ended up there more than anyone.”
“I guess I did.” I nodded and ran my hands up his muscular back.
“I always thought you got off a little easy.” He leaned forward and delivered a smack on my panties. “You never really paid for all of your naughty behavior.”
“Is that why you brought me home with you?” I smiled and moved my ass against his hand. “Do I need another trip to detention?”
“Not the kind of detention you’re used to.” He lifted his hand and brought it down a little harder, and his fingers traced the outline of my panties until he was rubbing my pussy through the fabric.
“I think I like this version of detention.” I gasped and ran my hands through his hair.
“Yeah, you always seemed to enjoy getting in trouble.” He squeezed my ass and led me to the couch in his living room.