Page 23 of Serendipity

With my arms wrapped around her waist, our lips still touching, I lift her up, her legs dangling between us as I carry her to the couch, spin around, and pull her down on top of me. Her legs straddle my lap, my hands inch closer to her butt and I give a tentative squeeze when she wiggles closer.

Through this, our mouths haven’t parted. Our tongues continue to tangle and battle for purchase. Her lips are soft and she tastes of wine and garlic butter from our dinner. Whoever said don’t have garlic on a date was dead wrong. She tastes phenomenal.

With great determination, I try to keep the kiss sweet and soft but it seems Leah has other plans. For as nervous as she seemed to be about moving too quickly, she must have put those nerves on fire like I suggested.

Leah grinds herself against me and I groan, spurring her on more. Her fingers scrape at the hair at the nape of my neck and I let my hands slide up to her waist. Her shirt rides up just enough that my fingers brush against her bare skin and that simple touch seems to light a fire between us.

She trembles above me and I try and shift her so she doesn’t get scared away by how she’s affecting me but I’m quickly learning that when Leah finds her courage, she doesn’t hold back.

With a quick shake of her head, she pushes her center into me, squeezing her legs tight around mine, deepening the kiss.

I nip her bottom lip and she moans, sending a vibration right down my throat.

She pulls her lips away from mine, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I want…” she trails off, kissing me again.

“What? Tell me what you want, Leah,” I mumble against her lips.

She leans her forehead against mine, catching her breath.

“I don’t know,” she whispers so quietly I almost don’t hear her.

“Yes, you do. You don’t need to be embarrassed to tell me what you want or what you need. As you can feel,” I nod toward where I’m growing harder and harder by the second, “I am in this with you. Every step. However fast or slow you want it to go.”

A shaky smile emerges and she says, “Why are you so wonderful?”

“I’m just me, sweetheart.”

“Well, just you is pretty wonderful.”

I give her a wide grin, hoping to ease her worries a bit. “How about you tell Mr. Wonderful what you want to happen next? I know my sexiness is a bit overwhelming now that you’ve seen me cook, but don’t let that discourage you.”

She giggles and nudges my shoulder.

“Tell me,” I encourage her.

She takes a deep breath. “You know Brett was my only.”

I nod once.

“I’m not…”

“What, sweetheart?”

In a rush she blurts out, “It wasn’t very exciting, okay? I don’t know if that’s normal or not but with us, it was normal. So I don’t know how to tell you what I want because for us, it wasn’t like that. He never asked me.”

Dumbass really isn’t a strong enough word for that toolbag.

“You’re safe with me,” I promise. “We will go as slow as you’re ready for.”

“That’s just it. My body is telling me not to take it slow at all.”

I groan and raise my hips so I’m pressed against her. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”

She giggles and falls against me. “How about… I want to see you and I want you to see me. I’m not ready for sex yet, at least my head isn’t… but let’s see where it goes?”

I don’t know what’s more of a turn-on. That she’s shy about what she wants or that she’s admitting that her body is ready for me.

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