Chapter 7
VANESSA
H e was kissing me. I was kissing him. I could no longer say I’d never been kissed.
But it wouldn’t be enough. I knew that even as I dared to snake my tongue out to meet his.
I’d put serious time into researching how to kiss so I’d be prepared for this moment. What I hadn’t realized was that I didn’t need to study. Not when I had someone with as much experience as Dayton. He would guide me through everything. I trusted him more than I’d ever trusted anyone.
We’d only been kissing a couple of minutes when my hands started wandering.
I couldn’t help it. I moved them over his shoulders and down his arms, exploring the contours of his muscles.
He was so hard and big and strong. I didn’t like having to stand on tiptoe to kiss him, but I did like that I felt safe with his arms wrapped around me—like nothing could ever harm me.
His hands slipped beneath my shirt, settling into the small of my back. My breath caught at the feel of his work-roughened fingers against my bare skin. I hadn’t realized how much I needed his touch until this very moment.
I arched my back, pressing my body tighter against him. That brought a moan from him—a sound that seemed to reverberate throughout my entire body. Yes, he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
Suddenly, he pulled away. “I’m sorry. That was just supposed to be a quick first kiss. I didn’t mean to grope you.”
“Grope?” I almost laughed at the word. “I want you to grope me.”
That was an understatement. My body already missed his touch. Maybe I shouldn’t have told him I’d never been kissed. Then he’d treat me like any other woman. Like the kind of woman I wanted to be. I wanted to be as special to him as he was to me.
“It’s your first kiss,” he said. “We should probably stop and go back to the cabin.”
I didn’t want to go back. I wanted to stay here and get more kisses. I wanted more than kisses, actually. And there was only one thing I could think to do to get them. I whipped off my shirt and tossed it to the ground.
It was a bold move—like nothing I’d ever done before. It was something I might have one of my characters do, but I wrote thrillers, so the women in my books were pretty darn ballsy.
The look on his face was well worth it. He clearly hadn’t expected me to do that. It had served a dual purpose. It not only surprised him, but it showed him I was no innocent girl who needed protection. I was a full-blown woman, ready to live life to its fullest.
When Dayton still didn’t make a move, I took another step toward him. I wasn’t all that nervous about him seeing me in my bra. Was it that different from a bathing suit top? I didn’t think so. Although my cleavage probably looked like it might burst out of the flimsy material at any second.
“I want you to treat me like I’m not a virgin,” I said. “I want this. All of this.”
I didn’t know what “all of this” meant. I didn’t even know what “this” meant. I did know I wanted to lose my virginity today—just as much as I’d wanted my first kiss earlier.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “That’s a big step.”
I nodded, more confident than I’d ever been about anything. “Positive. I need someone with experience. Someone who can lead.”
His expression changed, and I couldn’t help but fear I’d said the wrong thing. Had I derailed this before it even started? Crap. How did I fix this?
“I don’t want to be your teacher,” he said. “If we do this, it’s going to mean a whole hell of a lot more to me than sex.”
I was right about him. He was feeling this too. This was a two-way attraction. Even better—he had feelings for me.
“That’s what I want too,” I said. “I mean, I know I don’t live here. But Boone isn’t that far away.”
He looked hesitant. He didn’t want a long-distance relationship.
But I didn’t know if it would be long distance.
If this worked out, I’d move here in a heartbeat.
I could try to talk him into moving to be with me, but why would anyone give up all this for boring suburban life?
Especially since Seduction Summit seemed to have everything a young family would need.
“I want to make this work.” I reached out and took his hand. “I want this to be more than just sex.”
That seemed to be all he needed to hear. Without another word, he grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it to the ground just as I’d done. Then he moved toward me, settling his hands on my back again.
All my senses were overloaded at once. Between the feel of his muscles beneath my fingertips and the sensation of his hands running over my bare skin, it was tough to take it all in.
It got even better. As he continued kissing me, his hands roamed upward, finding the clasp on the back of my bra. He had it loosened and the straps sliding down my arms in seconds.
It reminded me that he had plenty of experience with this. That was good and bad at the same time. Yes, I wanted someone who knew his way around a woman’s body, but it suddenly bugged me knowing he’d been with other women. I wanted to be the only woman for him—from today forward.
All those thoughts slipped from my mind as his hands made their way around my ribcage and up. His thumbs skimmed my nipples, and he let out a moan—as though he could possibly be enjoying this half as much as I was.
Since he’d moved back, though, I took advantage of the positioning and shifted my hands to the fastening of his shorts. Was this bold? I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything but getting him naked, getting me naked, and seeing what happened.
He didn’t seem to mind my boldness. In fact, he got the message to push things along.
His hands moved to the button on my shorts, and we were both fumbling to remove each other’s clothes.
I had to break the kiss to take off my shorts, and that was when he opened his eyes and scanned the length of me.
For the first time in my life, a man was seeing my naked breasts. Heat spread straight to the area between my thighs at the appreciation in his stare.
“Come on,” he said, tugging me toward the ledge.
My eyes widened. I wasn’t afraid of heights, but the ground dropped off suddenly. There was a grassy patch just before it, though, and that was where he stopped, pulling me into his arms for another kiss—this one slow and sweet.
This time, our bare bodies came together, and I sighed against his mouth at the feel of his hard chest against my bare breasts. I felt his bulge even more now. It was tough to miss with only the thin cotton of his underwear covering it. I longed to touch it, to feel his strength in my hand.
I immediately felt naughty for thinking that way, but everything I was doing right now was a little naughty. I smiled inwardly at the realization that I didn’t mind that. Not one bit.
How we ended up on the ground was beyond me. I was pretty sure he coaxed us there. He held himself above me while he continued kissing me. Then he broke the kiss and looked down at me, his hands sliding up the outside of my thigh.
Suddenly, he ducked his head and began planting kisses across my chest, glancing up at me again before running his tongue over my nipple.
My back arched without me willing it as a rush of moisture surged to my most private part. “Oh, God.”
The words sounded like they came from someone else. My voice was deeper than usual—deeper but filled with wonder at the sensations rolling through my body.
I felt his hand moving over my leg, sliding to my inner thigh, going upward toward the part of me that ached for his touch. I expected him to slide his hand beneath the waistband of my underwear. Instead, he went straight to the crotch of my panties, skimming two fingers over it.
I cried out without even realizing I was going to do it. The sound just escaped. This voice sounded nothing like me either.
But I didn’t have time to think about it. His index finger settled on a specific spot at the top of my slit, rubbing in a circular pattern.
Fuck, that felt good. I didn’t cuss very often, but this merited it. Nothing in my life had ever felt like this.
I reached behind me, clutching a handful of grass as if to center myself. All I really managed to do was rip some of it out of the ground.
Finally, I flattened my palm on the grass behind my head as I arched my back again, his touch taking me toward what I knew would be my first ever orgasm. I’d seen it described many times, but no words could adequately cover what I was feeling right now.
“Oh yes…oh yes…oh yes,” I cried out as heat rushed through my body.
My pussy tightened, then released in a series of contractions that rocked me to the core. This…was…incredible.
“Fuuuuuck,” I said, drawing out the word.
That first orgasm seemed to drag on for hours and seconds at the same time. I never wanted it to end. But soon enough, it was over, and I was left feeling more relaxed and at peace than I had in years.
“That was amazing,” I said, looking up at him.
He still hovered above me. He was watching me. Had he been staring at me the whole time? No, I’d felt his tongue on my nipples throughout. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t watching me. He could have peeked every now and then—or kept his eyes on me.
I should feel self-conscious about that, but I didn’t. Having his warm stare on my face made me feel secure. Safe. Wanted. Like my entire life had been leading up to this.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
With that, he rose up a little, grabbed both sides of my underwear, and tugged down. I had to help him, wiggling around until they were removed. Then he moved between my legs, lowering his head to my stomach and kissing his way downward.
Oh crap. He wasn’t going to… Yes, he was.
He slid a finger inside me, not taking his eyes off me as he lowered his head and touched his tongue to that swollen bud.
Within seconds, I was heading toward orgasm number two. I didn’t know how it was possible, but I was going to have my first two orgasms before I’d ever even seen him fully naked.