Chapter 6
Chapter Six
CHELSEA
Sophomore year of college—Fourteen years ago
“Addy, I want you to meet him. He’s amazing and kind and funny and sexy as sin.”
“Did ya do him yet?”
“Addy! You know I don’t kiss and tell!”
“That’s because you don’t have anything to tell!”
“Stop it! I do, too. Nathan and I went all the way.”
“Says every lame ass girl from a 1980’s horror movie. All the way, sis? You know I’m writing your ridiculous cheesy lines into every one of my stories. You’re going to be that vanilla girl who finally gets railed and loves it.”
“Jesus, Adley!”
“Whatever. I’m right. And by the sound of this Mr. Casanova, I’m hoping he’s the one to do it.”
I can picture her rolling her eyes at me over the phone and I need to rein her in. “Anyway, he’ll be here soon, we’re going to a party. But I want you to come out and visit soon. I'm not going to come home for break, so I’d like you to come here.”
Knock, knock.
“Oh, he’s here! I gotta go, I’ll call you tomorrow. Love you!”
I quickly check my lipstick in the mirror, straighten my shirt and open the door.
He’s stunning, looking back at me with a smirk on his face as his eyes drift up and down my body like a caress.
He reaches out, grabs my hand and pulls me close, wrapping me in a hug and places a kiss on the side of my temple.
I feel safe wrapped in his arms. He smells manly, freshly showered. No cologne, it’s just him.
“No Jackson tonight?” I ask as I lock the door behind me and follow him down the hall.
“He was picking up a couple friends first then meeting us there.” He walks me down the stairs, with his hand on the small of my back.
Every touch is turning me on like never before.
I don’t know if it was listening to Adley call me vanilla or the reminder that the few guys I have been with were lackluster at best, but I need a guy like she writes about.
I guess that’s why they call it fiction.
Adam walks me to his big pickup truck and helps me in by putting his hands on my hips and lifting me up. I go to reach for the door but he’s right next to me, still with his hands on my hips, twisting me to meet him head on.
“Adam.”
“I need to do something first. Before we leave this parking lot, I can’t wait any longer.
” He leans in and brushes his lips with mine.
The softest touch of his lips conflicts with the way his fingers tighten and dig into the skin on my hips.
It’s like he has to be rough but he’s trying not to lose control.
I open my mouth slightly, letting our tongues dance. He pulls me in tighter, my legs spread around his hips now rocking into him, my hands in his hair. He pulls his hips back from me, laying his forehead against mine, breathing deep.
“Are you okay?”
“Better than okay. I’m just trying to keep my self-control in check.”
I lean back, raising his face to mine and give him a kiss on the left corner of his lips, then the right corner. Then I lick his top lip and when he sucks in a breath, I grab his bottom lip with my teeth.
Adley would be so proud.
“Fuck, Peaches. Keep doing that and we’re not going to make it to this party tonight.”
“I don’t think I feel like going to the party any longer.”
His eyes meet mine; his pupils are blown, and his breathing picks up again.
“Be sure of what you’re saying, CJ, because if you get out of this truck, we’re not leaving your room until daylight.”
A small grin tugs on my lips. “I’ve been wanting to watch the sunrise with you, Adam.”