Page 38 of Tattoo My Heart
“I’m sure, Cal,” I promise. I try to smile, but I’m not sure if it translates the way I am hoping that it does, because Cal is looking sightly uncertain.
“It’s true then?”
I lick my suddenly super dry lips. “What is?”
Cal takes a deep breath in, bracing himself for whatever he thinks I may or may not be hiding. But then, he surprises me when he decides to spell it out for me. No beating around the bush.
“Am I going to be your first, Evie?”
My eyes fill with tears caused by the adrenaline rush I feel in my body. I am shocked that, after all these years, Cal is about to become the first person I have sex with. He will always be my first.
“Yes,” I croak out. I’m not even sure that he heard me.
But then, I get confirmation that he did for sure when he slides his fingers into my hair, squeezing tight, then bringing my mouth to his.
I moan when his tongue sweeps at my lips, my teeth, every recess of my mouth. And I can’t get enough of it. I don’t want to ever have enough of it.
“Cal,” I whisper in between wet, open-mouthed kisses. “I want more.”
Without a word, he rips his lips away from mine. I blindly follow, letting out a whimper when he won’t let me kiss him again.
“I’m all yours, baby.”
The smirk lifting the corner of his mouth is almost my undoing. His eyes never leave mine when he grabs the back of his t-shit and pulls it over his head. My mouth instantly waters at the picture he makes. His abs are well defined but not obnoxiously so. A tattoo is displayed across his stomach as well as on his arms. I lick my lips in anticipation as I hope to do just that when I trace all the intricate designs.
“Take your top off, Evie,” Cal’s deep voice brings me back to reality. A reality I am more than happy to be a part of.
I cross my arms at the hips and grab a handful of my shirt with each hand. I then bring my arms up and rip the top over my head. I would love to say that I am looking all sexy when I do it, but no. I look as inexperienced as I actually am.
I freeze in my spot when I notice Cal just staring at me. He doesn’t even blink. Up until now, I felt fairly confident that I could do this. I may be a virgin, but I am not stupid. I read the occasional smut and I watched porn a time or two.
All that to say that I thought I was ready to finally experience everything that I’ve been conjuring in my head. I just didn’t expect to run into the possibility of my partner not knowing what to do with me once I took my top off.
Just as I am debating whether I should run and hide or wait for him to take off running, he takes a step forward until our bodies almost touch.
“You,” he murmurs. His voice sounds gravely, doing all sorts of things to my insides. “Are so fucking beautiful…” He cups the back of my head under my hair, forcing me to come up on my toes a bit. “I can’t breathe when I look at you.”
“Oh, thank God,” I sigh in relief. Now it makes sense why he was just staring at me.
Cal starts kissing me again, to the point where I can’t breathe anymore either. But I don’t want him to stop. I want him to suck all the air out of my lungs. I want him to kiss me, lick me, make me feel so good.
I don’t even realize I voiced all my requests out loud until Cal responds.
“I swear I will.”
I don’t have time to be embarrassed. That flew out the window when I shoved my crotch in his face while in his Jeep earlier.
As if he can read my mind, his hands let go of my head before sliding them under the waistband of my leggings and cupping my butt cheeks. When he squeezes them tightly, I moan in response, the sound getting swallowed by his open mouth.
I don’t even think when my own fingers fumble with the closure of his jeans. My hands are shaking so badly, I can’t figure out how to undo the button.
Cal’s hands come up to my bra, undoing the small hooks with very little effort. The straps fall down my shoulders and hook onto my elbows while my own hands are still messing with the button of his jeans. I am almost afraid to look at him now. I hate how insecure I feel all of a sudden.
“Baby,” he whispers in the quiet room. It sounds loud for some reason.
“Maybe…” I start, but I’m not sure what I want to say.
As if he can read my mind, his lips come back to mine. He kisses me while his thumbs are gently going over my very tender nipples, never letting the material fall down all the way.
