Chapter 8
THE WORLD EVAPORATES AROUND ME AS DANNY’S LIPS meet mine.
I forget everything I’ve felt prior to this moment.
The party, the letters, the interactions tonight—everything fades into nothing when I give in to him.
An invisible string seems to tie our bodies together, lacing our souls as we connect in a way we haven’t done before.
The kiss starts out light and sweet, the pressure warm and inviting.
He gives me a short peck at first, then another and another, lingering a bit longer each time, letting me get used to the sensation.
Nights of yearning pile together, spilling free with every second we spend discovering each other.
I completely melt against him, receiving his kisses, my mouth ready to meet his every time, eager for more.
Danny seems to read my body and he deepens the kiss, sucking on my bottom lip and gently biting it.
I moan, the sound vibrating against our mouths.
I wrap my hands around his neck, pressing myself against his torso.
I feel him guide his free hand to my waist, where he rests it on my lower back, making me arch into him.
The passion radiating off his body gives me the confidence to try something new. I drag the tip of my tongue over the seam of his lips, and he rewards me by whimpering. It ignites a fire in my blood, fueled by desire.
Holy shit.
Is this what being kissed by Danny feels like?
Because I might’ve been wrong about my assessment.
He’s not a golden retriever right now. He’s a passionate kisser, putting everything he has into the way his lips dance against mine.
He’s devouring me like a starved man receiving his first meal in a very long time.
His hand on my neck tangles in my hair. I gasp, shocked at the way he pulls it ever so slightly, holding me in place as his tongue dives into my mouth.
Every cell in my body screams for more. The temperature under my skin making everything feel hot.
A coil of arousal twirls in my lower abdomen.
I crave him. The pressure builds in the apex of my thighs, and I’m taken aback by the foreign sensation of needing to feel some friction.
I suck on his tongue, and he groans, parting from me.
“How can you think you’re a bad kisser?” he says softly. His hands caress my cheeks as he looks at me like I’m a treasure he just found. “You’re perfect.”
“That’s your feedback?”
He hums. “I’m not sure.”
I tilt my head back.
“Not sure?”
A grin curves his mouth.
“Can I have another go?” he asks, teasingly. “Just to make sure, of course.” His expression is serious, but I catch the playful undertone.
I roll my eyes.
“Come here,” I mumble and pull him in for another kiss.
I expect the feeling to die down from the first explosion of sensations I experienced the second he kissed me for the first time, but it doesn’t.
The fireworks blast inside me, every thought in my brain disappears into nothing, and the heat spreads through my veins.
This time, we don’t bother with the pecks but immediately find a slow but passionate rhythm that makes me shiver.
“Danny,” I moan.
He grins and bites my lip, leaving a sting behind.
“What is it?” he asks gently.
“I . . .” How can I express that I just want to jump his bones without being so blunt about it? Blood rushes to my cheeks and I can almost feel the heat emanating from them. “I need . . .” I struggle to find the words.
“What do you need, baby?”
A longing sigh abandons me at his sweet pet name.
I never thought I would be the type of girl to grow weak at the knees by being called something as trivial as “baby”, but here I am, melting into his embrace and kissing him again.
I grow bolder each time, getting familiar with the shape of his mouth and the softness of his lips.
“More,” I whisper, and nibble on his bottom lip, trying it out for the first time. “I need you.”
He groans, and it vibrates directly to my core.
“How much more?”
Everything, I want to say.
I’m not thinking straight. Hell, I’m not thinking at all, but I know that if he asks for it, I will give him everything he wants.
There’s not an inch of my body he doesn’t already own.
Although the idea of being so intimate with someone is terrifying, I trust Danny to not shatter me.
If there’s any guy in the world I can trust with my body, it’s him.
I might regret this if it turns sour, but my brain can’t focus on anything other than feeling his skin against mine.
My thighs tighten in anticipation.
Driven by desire, I choose to show him without breaking eye contact. I move his hand on my back and lower it so that he’s touching my butt instead. His pupils dilate and his hand immediately squeezes, grabbing a handful of my ass. My breath hitches.
“Just this?” he asks, giving my butt cheek another pinch before he lets it go. His brings his hand to my stomach then ventures higher, tracing a path between us until he meets my chest. There’s an unspoken request lingering between us. “Or more?”
“More,” I confirm.
I’m wearing the green wristband, but I might as well be flashing a green light at him. He can do whatever he wants with me. I belong to him as much as he wants to own me.
Danny slides his hand over my chest, lightly squeezing one of my breasts over the layers of clothing.
The fabric is getting in between us and I’m desperate to feel his heat pressing against my bare skin.
I don’t get the chance to beg for more because Danny kisses me again, erasing my thoughts.
He takes the lead, moving my body backward, guiding me until the backs of my knees meet the edge of the bed.
Oh.
Oh.
“More?” he checks in.
I nod enthusiastically.
To prove my point, I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head.
Danny’s jaw drops in surprise, and I lift my chin, smug that I managed to shock him.
I might be inexperienced, but I do know how to make a statement.
We’ve been so bad at saying how we feel, so now I stick to the first rule of scriptwriting: show, don’t tell.
“Well?” I quip as I let my shirt fall to the ground.
Part of me wishes I was wearing more attractive underwear than my plain black bra, but he doesn’t seem bothered by the lack of sexy lingerie.
Instead, it’s quite the opposite, Danny chews on his bottom lip as he takes in the view.
Pupils dilated, breathing labored, expression undone.
There’s no denying he likes what he sees.
“You’re perfect,” he repeats. Boldly, he hooks two fingers on the middle of my bra and yanks me toward him.
Caressing my naked skin, he makes his way to my back and finds the clasp.
His touch is lingering on it, silently asking for permission.
“I can’t get enough of you. I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied. ”
“Do it,” I encourage him, referring to the clasp.
He doesn’t wait to be told twice.
Immediately, Danny undoes the clasp and leans into my neck where he rubs his lips on the sensitive skin.
Gently, he nibbles on it, and I moan. Shivering, I bury my fingers in his hair, which he takes as an invitation to suck on the curve of my neck.
I don’t even care if he leaves a mark. It feels too good to stop.
I help him remove my bra and he squeezes my breasts again, this time skin to skin.
My nipples harden and he pinches them, evoking a visceral reaction from me.
They’re more sensitive than I was expecting.
It doesn’t feel nearly as good when I’ve touched myself in the past. His touch is solely focused on my boobs, but I feel the tugs and twists south.
The pleasure tingles along my skin, concentrating on the spot between my legs.
Now I understand why people lose their minds for sex, because he’s merely teasing me and I’m ready to combust.
Closing my eyes, I concentrate on the pleasure I get from him kissing my neck and playing with my nipples.
The instinct to get friction where I need it the most is strong.
Even if I rock my hips against him, it doesn’t give me the release I desperately seek.
Instead, I grow needier when I feel his hard dick against me.
God, he’s so hard.
Danny’s kisses go lower, and I let out a loud moan when I feel his lips wrap around my nipple. I cover my mouth with my hand, ashamed of the wanton noise that came out of me.
“No, baby, I want to hear you,” he says, and he sucks on my nipple again. “I want to know I’m making you feel as good as you deserve. You’re so beautiful.”
I bite my bottom lip, hoping it will muffle the noise so it’s not as loud.
He switches our positions before he sits on the mattress. Sliding his hands to the back of my thighs, he guides me to straddle him. I spread my legs and press myself directly over his hard dick. With a hand on my hip and the other on my ass, Danny helps me rock against him.
Sparks of pleasure dance behind my eyelids.
“I want to make you come,” Danny says. “Please, can I make you come?”
The heat in my cheeks intensifies, spreading down my neck.
My thoughts come back to me in a rush. There’s a bigger pressure in his question.
Insecurity drills a hole in my arousal. What if I’m not able to?
I’ve never done it with a partner, only in the comfort of my room, sheltered by the bed covers where I’m completely safe.
But he’s looking at me with pleading eyes, and I’m scared I won’t be able to reach a climax.
I don’t want to disappoint him. Yet I don’t want to fake an orgasm just for his sake either.
“Hey,” he says, bringing me out of my thoughts. His forehead creases with concern. “I just want to make you feel good. I don’t mean to pressure you into doing something you’re not ready for.”
I lick my lips, attempting to gather my thoughts.
“It’s not that,” I mumble. “What if I don’t . . .”