Page 122 of My Fault
“Nick…you’ve got to come get me,” she said in a strange voice.
“Why? Are you okay?” I asked, getting in the elevator and going down.
“It’s just… They suspended me for the rest of the day.”
I smiled as I picked her up out front of the school. She ran over to my car, so adorable I couldn’t help but kiss her even before she told me anything about what had happened.
“You threw a strawberry shake at her head?” I asked, cackling. “For real?”
“I don’t know what happened,” she admitted. “But I don’t care, either. She deserved it. Don’t judge me. I had something inside me I had to let out.” She put on her seat belt, and I pulled out, laughing.
“You think anyone will be home?” I asked a minute later.
“Probably. Why?”
“Because I want to make love to you so bad right now, I think I’m going to explode.” I wanted her with an intensity that frightened me. I put a hand on her thigh and started pushing up her skirt. Her skin was soft.
“Two can play at that game, right?” she said, and it took all the self-control I had not to crash into the car in front of me. Noah undid her seat belt and came close. Her hand rested on my knee while she planted her lips on my neck.
“Come on, now, Freckles,” I said when I felt her tongue on my ear. “I can’t drive and do this at the same time.”
“You started it.” Her hand glided up my leg while she nibbled at my neck and jaw.
I stopped her hand when it got to what it was looking for.
“Get out,” I ordered her, eyes burning with desire.
“I think I’ll pass. The last time you told me that, you left me standing in the middle of the road.”
“Get out or I’ll do you right here,” I threatened her.
She returned to her seat. When I saw she wasn’t listening, I got out myself, walked around to her door, and pulled her out.
“You’re not thinking of doing it here?” she asked, looking at the cliff and the seaside behind us.
I ignored her and pushed her into the door of the car, forcing her to wrap her legs around me.
She arched her back and closed her eyes. I kissed her ear, her jaw, anywhere there was bare skin. I wanted to see her, and with one hand I unbuttoned her shirt completely.
“Did I tell you how much this uniform turns me on?” I said as I kissed her breasts.
“You and every other guy on earth,” she sighed.
Noah and her sarcastic sense of humor. I squeezed her tighter, and she sighed louder now. Fortunately, we were alone.
“Now I’m going to make you mine again,” I said, looking her in the eye.
“You are mine, and I’m yours,” she said, returning my stare. “I love you, Nick.”
“And I love you, Precious,” I said, sinking into her and enjoying how she responded to me. “I love you like crazy,” I said, as I clutched her tightly and we attained the most profound pleasure known.
We spent the rest of the day at the beach, lying on the sand and getting to know each other better.
“Who gave you your first kiss?” she asked, lying on her belly with her head resting on her hands. She was young; she was beautiful. I had to struggle not to touch her every second.
“You, obviously,” I responded, watching the wind tousle her hair and the sun redden her cheeks, making her freckles more visible.
She rolled her eyes.
