Chapter 12
Listening to Becks' laugh was enchanting and I could do it all night long. We’d long since thrown away our to-go cups and were on the paved walking path at the park. We’d been talking, conversation coming easily now for an hour.
“So, does this count as our first date, instead of bowling?” asked Becks. She grinned up at me, her hand warm in mine. I couldn’t believe this woman was finally spending time with me, especially after I had felt like it might not happen when she chose to go out with Monica tonight, instead of me. She smelled so good. Her scent was clean, like fresh laundry, like lemon and a cottony type of smell. She really did look beautiful tonight. Hell, every time I saw her she looked beautiful to me. Whether she wore sweats or the damn dress she was wearing. It didn’t matter. She could wear a garbage bag and I’d think she was beautiful.
“I think we could consider this a date. How’s your first date going?”
“Amazing,” she breathed out, “I think it was almost better that it was spontaneous. I didn’t have time to be nervous.”
I squeezed her hand gently, “You never have to be nervous around me, sweetheart.”
“I think I’m starting to get that idea,” she said, smiling. I stopped walking and pulled her to a stop. She looked at me curiously, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to kiss her. I had to know how she tasted. Seeing that asshole put his hands all over her, with that terrified look in her eyes. I’d wanted to pull her to me and take her mouth as soon as I’d gotten rid of him. I’d barely been able to control myself. It had absolutely infuriated me. Something primal had woken up within me that longed to show everyone, every damned man and woman in that bar, that she was mine.
“You know, even first dates have some kissing on the right occasion,” my voice came out like I’d been gargling with rocks. Real smooth, Lucas.
I watched her cheeks and neck flush, the red working down to her chest. She licked her bottom lip nervously. When she did that I just wanted to bite it and suck it into my mouth, nibbling on it, before closing my mouth over hers.
“I’m probably not a very good kisser,” she laughed nervously, and I took a step into her space, one of my hands finding her waist and holding her as my body met hers.
“Impossible,” I said, staring down into her eyes, as I watched her breathing pick up, “Tell me I can kiss you, Becks. I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t.”
“Kiss me, Lucas?” It came out as a nervous, unsure question. This woman was so unaware of the effect she had on me. The hand that wasn’t holding her waist went to the side of her neck, my thumb sliding up under her chin, tilting her face up to me, then my lips were on hers.
She tasted like heaven and her lips were so soft I could easily stay like this for hours. I kissed her like a teenager in the middle of a park at night. But it still wasn’t enough. I licked the seam of her lips softly and heard her gasp. I took advantage of the small parting of her mouth and slanted mine over hers, sliding my tongue against hers. She made a soft and needy noise, low in her throat, and all of my resolve shattered.
I pulled back barely, looking at her, breathing hard myself.
She looked up at me, dazed and panting while her hands gripped my shirt.
“Fuck,” I growled, walking her backwards off the path and pressing her up against a tree.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, giggling nervously.
Then my mouth was on hers again, tongue delving in, dancing and stroking, on a groan. I hadn’t gotten this heated over a kiss since my early makeout sessions in high school. This woman was breaking me. The feel of her curves against me, her hands and fingers clutching at my chest. I could feel the barest hint of her nails pressing into my skin as I took her mouth over and over again as our kisses grew more frenzied.
The hell she wasn’t a good kisser. If she hadn’t had a lot of practice, she was a quick learner. I couldn’t imagine ever getting tired of kissing Becks. Both of my hands were on her waist now, pulling her tight against me, my body pressing her back into the tree. She had to feel how hard I was but she didn’t shy away. I felt her hands slip up around my neck, her nails grazing the sensitive skin in her path.
I released her mouth as she panted and I continued kissing down her jaw onto her neck under her ear, sucking. She moaned softly, shakily, as I worked my way down to her shoulder. My hips pressed more firmly into hers and I froze as she arched against my hardness on a gasp.
Fuck. I hadn’t even taken her on a real first date, and I had her pressed up against a tree in the back of the park like some hussy. I kissed up her neck again to her lips softly. Trying to slow things down without letting her think I didn’t want this. Because I did. I wanted her.
When I finally pulled back, it was a credit to all my willpower that I didn’t take her mouth again. She looked absolutely disheveled. Her lips were parted as she took shaky breaths, wet from my mouth. Her chest was heaving and the strap of her dress had fallen down her arm from the shoulder I’d been kissing. I could barely make out her nipples through the fabric and had to look up at the stars and grit my teeth to get control.
“Lucas?” she asked, sounding unsure of herself.
“Give me a minute, beautiful,” I pleaded, not recognizing the shake in my voice.
“Did…did I do something wrong?” she asked even quieter.
I laughed in a harsh breath, searching her face, “Fuck no, Becks. But I’m not going to take you for the first time on our first date in the middle of the park against a tree. I’m about ten seconds away from that resolve breaking. So. I just…can you… give me a minute?”
Her eyes were huge, looking up at me in disbelief. “Oh…” she whispered.
I shook my head, my own disbelief had to be evident at the thought she couldn’t believe the effect she had on me. I moved my hips against hers again, letting her feel how hard I was, pressing against her. Her eyes widened further, then she laughed softly.
“Well. At least one of us kept our heads, because I probably would’ve let you,” she admitted shakily. “I’ve never been kissed like that. Or felt like that. I…I lost my head for a minute.”
I grinned, “That's a boost to my confidence. Becks. When I have you for the first time, I want you to be spread out on my bed, mindless, panting, soaked, begging for what only I can give you in that moment. Trust me. The wait will be worth it.”
She was panting and flushed again, “I need to get you home,” I stated, backing away and adjusting myself in my jeans. Seems my night was going to end in another cold shower.