Page 7 of Pumpkin
Petra
His tongue slides against mine, demanding and in control. It’s like all of my greatest fantasies are coming true on a busy sidewalk while the snow falls all over us. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I can do is respond as my body ignites beneath him.
He pulls my hair, and holds me close, the warmth of his lips and tongue making me moan and whimper.This is my first kiss.
And it’s everything I ever dreamed of.
“You OK, sugar?” Fin asks as he pulls away and straightens me so I’m standing on my own now.
“Ah.” There are words somewhere in my head, but I can’t find them. I’m just staring at him, making stupid noises while I hope the cold doesn’t freeze the dampness of my panties. I’m dripping.
He brushes a thumb against my cheek before tucking some stray hair behind my ear. “I’ve wanted to do that for a ridiculously long time.” He smiles, his gaze intense as he shifts it between my eyes.
I still can’t speak. He kissed me. Fin kissed me. I’ve wanted this since I was thirteen and caught a glimpse of him shirtless when he’d come back from a run. Even when his football days were over, he never quit working on his physique. His dedication to physical perfection led to him opening a chain of fitness gyms that have made him very successful. I’ve watched him succeed from the shadows, like a frightened mouse without a voice. It’s not that I was ever afraid of him, more that he’s always overwhelmed me. His star feels too bright for a chubby little door mouse like me. Still, I kept myself for him, never feeling even an ounce of desire for another man because how could I? Fin is everything I’ve ever wanted. I’ve love him since I understood what love between a man and a woman meant. But I never thought it would be possible for him to want me. I’m the before photo for the women who train at his gyms. Why would he ever want me? Yet, here we are. He saved me from falling and he kissed me.
I want him to kiss me again.
“Do it again,” I blurt, my heart hammering in my chest. I’m never this bold. But something about this day feels magical. Be it the blanket of white or the imminent storm, today feels filled with possibility.
Fin’s fingers tighten around my waist and he grins. “How badly do you want those cranberries?”
