Chapter Thirty-Three
Rowan
"You're killing me, Daredevil." I say as I lean my forehead down on hers. "I want to kiss you so bad right now."
We're standing beside my truck and I'm supposed to be walking her to her door but I can't bring myself to do it.
"Friends don't kiss," she sasses, I know she's playing because of the little smirk that's there one second and gone the next.
"Screw being friends. I thought we already went over this."
She tilts her head. "I thought you were giving me time to decide."
"I know, I know but I'm having a really hard time keeping my hands to myself," I say as I run my hands across her low back.
"I can tell," she answers, her golden-brown eyes watch me from under hooded eyelashes.
"I'm just going to keep asking until you agree."
"What if I take too long? Or you grow bored?" she asks, self-consciously. Her eyes are filled with worry and apprehension. That just won't do.
"I will never grow tired of you, Daredevil. Never."
"It's not a crazy thought. Have you ever had a real girlfriend?"
I swallow uncomfortably, it's not like her question is that far off base or totally unreasonable. "No, but that doesn't mean I'm not ready for this or that I can't fully commit. I've never wanted this so much before, Millie."
She seems a little taken aback by my declaration. She shakes her head, "I'm not asking for forever or anything but I do want to make sure this is really what you want, that I'm what you want."
I lean down, so that my eyes are directly in her line of sight. "I want forever on the table, Millie. That's how strongly I feel about you. About us."
Her eyes never leave mine but then she closes them and my heart drops to my feet. I feel extremely vulnerable right now but if there is anyone I am willing to put my heart on my sleeve for, it's her.
"Talk to me, baby."
"No more talking," she says as her finger comes up to cover my lips.
She licks her lips with anticipation and suddenly it dawns on me what she wants. My eyes follow the trail of her tongue across her parched skin. Before my next thought I'm leaning forward, and my lips are slamming into hers.
My mouth swallows her gasp, devouring her.
Her lips feel heavenly as they probe mine to give into the sensations running rampant in my body right now.
She meets each thrust of my tongue with equal enthusiasm.
It feels like my cells are all bursting, a fire igniting in my heart.
One that only burns for her. I reach up, one hand threads through her curly hair and the other finds the soft curve of her low back.
She moans and that only spurs me on. I pull her so tightly to my body that there's no way she doesn't feel my excitement.
I take my time, making the kiss long, thorough and utterly earth shattering.
When I finally pull away she whimpers from the loss and I know exactly how she feels because I feel it too.
I place my forehead against hers once again and just breathe her in.
This is my new favorite feeling. Being this close to her, feeling her inhales against my chest, her tongue on my lips. My hands on her body. It's heaven.
I hear her sigh and then she asks, "Are they always that good?" Her voice a little hazy, like she's drunk on the feeling just like me.
I pull back slightly, just enough to see her eyes but not lose contact with her body. "What do you mean?"
"Kisses."
"You don't know?"
My heart starts to pound in my chest, not because I'm scared that I'm her first. No, I'm fucking ecstatic at the possibility. "You've never been kissed before?" I prompt when she doesn't answer.
She swallows nervously and that just isn't okay. I don't ever want her nervous around me. "It's okay if you haven't. I'm rather excited at the idea that I'm your first."
My admission seems to ease her.
"No," she finally answers, seemingly less self-conscious than she was a second ago. She reaches up and hooks her hand around the back of my neck, pulling me closer to her before whispering, "Can we do it again?"
Her question is like music to my ears. Instead of answering with words, I close the little bit of distance between our lips. Minutes must pass before we finally come up for air. My body hums with the need to consume her. I want it all. I want everything she's willing to give me.
"That kiss feels like a first for me too," I quietly admit.
"What do you mean?" she asks, her head tilted in confusion.
"I mean—" I stop, choosing my words carefully before continuing, "Every other kiss pales in comparison to that. To us."
Her eyes soften and then start to water. "That means it was good?"
"So fucking good, baby." I swallow thickly before saying, "That was the best kiss of my life."
"Mine too."
I smile when she giggles and it's the best sound ever. My chest feels light with a level of happiness I've never experienced. "That's because I'm your only kiss," I tease.
She goes up on her tippy toes and plants a soft, sweet kiss on the corner of my mouth before saying, "I have a feeling even if I had kissed all the boys in the world, yours would take the cake."
"Oh, yeah?" I ask as my hands slide down her back to cup her perfectly round ass. I pull her into my groin, showing her just how much I like where this is going.
She smiles slyly, shocking the shit out of me when her pelvis grinds against my dick. "Most definitely."
"You little minx." My voice sounds hoarse with undiluted desire.
"You like it," she answers as she continues to grind, taunting me.
"I more than like it. I love it." I say before I capture her lips once more. This time I don't hold back. The kiss turns fevered and unhinged.
Her hands are everywhere—my hair, my face, my back—before they settle on my throat. My hands cup her under her ass and lift, her legs automatically wrap around my waist.
I want more.
But not here, not like this. I slowly release my hands so she can lower her legs back down to the ground.
"Why are you stopping?" she asks in between planting soft kisses along my jaw.
I steal one more kiss, even though I want a million more, before I pull back, putting a safe amount of distance between us. "Because we're standing on the street in front of your house."
"So," she says as she reaches for me again.
It takes all of my willpower to not give in to her silent request. "Because I won't be able to stop if you keep making noises like that."
"I never said I wanted you to stop."
I groan, barely restraining the desire to hoist her up in my arms again and fuck her up against this truck.
"Because I'm one second away from losing all sense and fucking you out here where everyone can see."
When I gesture to her front door, the reality of where we're standing and what we were about to do seems to finally set in. Her cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink. "Oh."
"Yeah, oh."
"That would be bad," she says, I think more to convince herself than me.
"Yes, very bad." I reach down and adjust myself in my pants before reaching for her hand.
"Our first time isn't going to be rushed or a frenzied fuck outside where anyone can see the pleasure on your face or hear my name fall from your lips when I coax that first orgasm from that sweet pussy of yours. "
I nuzzle my nose against the side of her neck before tilting my mouth up to reach her ear.
"No, I'm going to take my time. You're going to be spread out for me so that my tongue and my hands can explore every inch of this gorgeous body before my dick ever touches your entrance.
And when you finally beg me to let you come?
You'll scream my name so loud that everyone will know who you belong to. "
"Is that a promise?" she whispers, her voice coated with desire.
"It is, as long as you answer my question."
"What question?" she asks, breathless.
"Will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend, Daredevil?" A smile plays on my lips, but I don't let it go until she finally answers.
"Okay." Her answer is unassuming, but I feel a certain intensity radiating from her.
Her answer is so much more than a simple okay.
She's trusting me to not hurt her. And coming from a girl that's had enough pain for one lifetime in her short amount of years on earth, I don't take her agreement lightly.
"Thank you, Millie."
She lets out an exhale and it's shaky. "For what?"
"For trusting me. I won't let you down." A vow I intend on keeping until my last breath. Nothing could compel me to cause this girl any kind of pain. It would be my undoing.
"Promise?" Vulnerability swims in her pretty irises and it breaks my heart. I caused that. My foolish actions have caused her to question my intentions.
A mistake I won't make again. "With everything in me, Millie St. James, I promise to never hurt you."
Her smile melts my heart. "I believe you."
My eyes find hers, a silent understanding passes between us. This is something special, something meant to be coveted. A bond that is once in a lifetime.
She's my person.
I walk her to her door, holding her hand so tightly I fear she may lose blood flow, but she doesn't seem to mind because she's holding me back just as tightly.
She reaches the door and turns to face me, her hand still securely in mine. "I had a really good time tonight. Watching you play is my new favorite hobby."
I smile because her being at my game and watching me play is my new favorite thing ever.
Well, that and her kisses. "I'm so glad you came.
" I don't want to let her hand go, I don't want to let her go but I know I have to.
She needs sleep and I need to go home and take care of the raging erection still straining against my jeans zipper before I do something really stupid like pulling her back into my arms.
"Goodnight, Rowan Pierce." She smiles as she pushes her key into the doorknob.
"Goodnight, Daredevil," I whisper right before she slips into the doorway, closing the door behind her with a soft click.
I think about her all the way home. I dream about her as soon as my head hits my pillow and she's the first person I call the moment I wake up the next morning.
I never knew it would feel like this.
This is love.