by Jenika Snow
“What’s her name?” Did I really want to know? God, I felt so damn on edge right now, felt like I was going to pass out if he let go.
Just tell him, tell him how you feel.
“Her name,” he whispered. “Her name is Abigail.”
The world was spinning as I listened to him. “What? You fell in love with someone named Abigail?” My head was fuzzy, my body buzzing. I heard the blood rushing in my ears, my body feeling flushed.
He smiled and slowly shook his head. “You’re so fucking cute, Abigail.” He took a step closer to me. “And that’s what made me fall in love with you when I was thirteen years old.”
The air rushed out of me, and I felt my eyes widen even more. “What?” I squeaked out.
In that instant, everything in me went on high alert, became ultrasensitive. My shirt rubbed against my breasts, making my nipples harden. I felt dirty for feeling this arousal after what he’d just said, but in a good way.
I wanted to tell him I loved him too.
He took a step closer until our chests were almost touching. “Did you hear me, Abigail? I love you. Those hearts are for you. I meant to spread them out for you on Valentine’s Day, to finally be honest with how I feel for you.”
My nerves were shot, my throat was dry and tight, and I felt like if I tried to say anything I’d trip over my words.
“Abigail, sweetheart, please say something to me. I’m a nervous fucking wreck right now.”
I took one more deep breath and just went for it. “You love me?”
He didn’t answer for a second and lifted his hand to run it over the strands of my hair that lay against my cheek. He pushed the hair behind my ear, and I felt tingles race up my spine from that touch. “Have you never seen the way I look at you? What about the way I have never been with a girl, never dated anyone?” He gave me a small smile. “What about how I’d do anything for you, that for me, Abigail… for me, it’s only you.” He tipped my head back with his hand on my cheek, and I stared into his eyes. “Yes, Abigail. Yes, I love you so much. I’m in love with you.”
My heart was beating so hard, so fast, that I swore he’d be able to hear it, see it beating rapidly under my flesh.
He didn’t move. I couldn’t speak, and he still held my gaze, still made me feel like he could see right inside my soul.
“I don’t want you to ever love anyone but me.” His voice sounded like he was pleading.
He lowered his gaze to my mouth.
Oh, God. I felt like I could burst into flames right here and now. I could have closed my eyes at the pleasure that went through me at hearing him say that. I was terrified of hearing him say those words, because I’d wanted them for so long that finally hearing them scared me.
I didn’t know how long we stood there, both of us barely breathing, but finally he leaned back an inch. I found myself breathing in deeply, not realizing I’d been holding my breath yet again.
He broke eye contact with me, looking at the ground, and I saw his jaw working, and I knew it was because of my silence. I was scaring him, and I hated that. But I couldn’t find the words in that moment. I was too shocked.
He looked at me again, and then he exhaled. “Please tell me,” he pleaded again. “Tell me that the girl I love is madly in love with me too.” He still held onto the side of my face.
I swallowed and licked my lips. “Max…” The words were thick in my throat, but then they came rolling off my tongue and into the air between us. “I love you too. So much.”
The stuttering breath he let out had my heart beating double-time.
He looked… relieved.
He moved closer and said in a low voice, “God, you know how many times I’ve thought about hearing you say those words? You know how many times I’ve fantasized about you telling me you’re in love with me too?” He looked down at my lips. “You’re the one I love, the only one, Abigail, since we met.”
When he looked back at my face, my heart jumped into my throat. “You’ve loved me since you were thirteen?”
He nodded slowly. “Since I saw you walk into that classroom, since I learned who you really were, what you loved and disliked, since I realized you were perfect for me.” He had both hands on my face now, cupping my cheeks as he stared in my eyes. “I’ve been in love with you for years but didn’t have the balls to say anything. But the very idea of ruining what we had, that you may not want to be my friend anymore because I’d crossed lines, had me keeping my distance.” He leaned in close again, so close I smelled the soap he’d used for his shower. I closed my eyes and just relished this moment. “There’s never been anyone else for me, Abigail. No one. Ever.” God, his voice was deep, so husky. It was filled with longing.
Is this really happening? Yes… yes, it is, and I’m not going to stop it.
My heart was in my throat at the things I heard Max say, at all the things I felt. He’d always looked out for me, and as I thought about what he said, how he always seemed to have his focus on me, I realized I’d been blind. I’d been blind, and clearly he had been too if he hadn’t noticed how I felt.
Right here, right now, with the way he looked at me, whatever was going on between us was… real.
He wanted me the way I wanted him, and all I wanted to do was be with him.
I felt him playing with the wisps of hair by my ear, and chills raced up my spine. Arousal licked over my body, and every part of me tingled for more, more of his touch… more of him. The tips of his fingers brushed the curve of my ear every so often, his fingers warm, slightly calloused from the manual labor he did.
He looked at my mouth again, and I felt him move his fingers along my jawline and then over my cheek. I parted my mouth as I sucked in a breath when I felt him trail those digits along my lips.
“You’re so soft. You smell so good.” He closed his eyes and moaned. “But there’s nothing that feels as good as knowing you love me too.” He opened his eyes and moved just a little closer so his body was now pressed against mine. I made this involuntary noise in the back of my throat when his muscles came in contact with my softness.
And I also felt… how hard he was for me. Down there, that thick length that had me instantly wet, my inner muscles clenching in need.
He was big, thick. He was so long.
“You feel that?” he whispered and pressed his dick against my belly a little more.
I nodded.
“It’s all because of you.” He leaned in just an inch. “I’ve never been with a girl before, never kissed anyone. I’ve only wanted you, and because of that, no one has ever stolen my heart. Only you, Abigail.” He was still looking at my mouth, still running his fingers along the swell of my bottom lip.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe after hearing him say those things.
“I want you so fucking badly,” he groaned, as if he hadn’t been able to not voice his needs. “All I want to do is show you with not only my words, but with my body as well, what you mean to me.” Max pressed his lower body harder against me, and I gasped as I grew wetter.
He was so hard for me.
“I’ve never had a boyfriend, Max.” He knew this already; I was sure of it. So I knew he was aware I was a virgin. “I’ve never even kissed another guy.” I was painfully shy while growing up, and I could have used that as an excuse for why I’d never gotten intimate with anyone.
But the truth was, I had been hoping Max would be my first everything.
And it looked like that would be my reality right now.
Chapter Eight
Max
God, she was beautiful. She was standing right in front of me, looking like she wanted my kiss… and she fucking loved me.
Abigail loved me.
I had planned on waiting to tell her all of this, to be sappy with the conversation hearts, spell out what I felt, how she made me feel. Because I was a chickenshit, and that seemed like the least stressful thing for me to do.
But it turned out all that did was backf
ire in my face.
I’d seen the way she looked at me after she’d seen that candy, knew she probably thought they’d been for another girl. She’d looked so hurt, and I hated that I was the person who made her feel that way.
So, I’d said fuck it—right here and right now, it was going down. Damn if there was rejection. Fuck it if I ruined everything. If I could explain and hopefully take that pain away from her, then I would do it. I’d do anything to make her feel better.
And as I stared at her, dipped my gaze to her mouth, all I wanted to do was seal the deal and kiss her senseless. I stared at her lush, pink lips, imagining myself getting lost in them. I wanted her to be weak in the knees as I devoured her mouth.
Fuck. I wanted to take control, but in the way that had her screaming my name and getting off all over my cock. I was thinking of filthy damn things, obscene images that had my dick throbbing and my balls drawn up tight. I may’ve been a virgin, but I could make it fucking good for her. And if all she wanted to do was let me hold her on the couch, I’d be the luckiest bastard in the world.
I wanted her to really see how devoted I was to her, that this whole time it had only been her in my eyes, taking root right in my heart. It was only her I’d ever love, and I wanted to show her in the most physical sense.
But I wouldn’t rush her, wouldn’t push anything. This was on her terms, on her time. I’d go as slow or fast as she wanted.
“Abigail, I want to kiss you so fucking badly,” I murmured, my focus still on her lips. And the little sound she made after I said it had my cock jerking so fucking fiercely against my zipper. It was a sound of need.
“I want that too. I need that, Max,” she whispered and looked down at my mouth. She was breathing harder, her chest rising and falling a little faster. “Is this real?”
I still had my hands on her face, but now I slid them back so I could gently cup her nape. “It is, and it’s fucking perfect, just like I knew it would be.” And when she licked her lips, I let out this deep groan, and all self-control left me.
Abigail loved me too.
I tilted her head back slightly and finally claimed her mouth. She tasted sweet, innocent… and all mine. The way she gasped had her mouth opening for me, and I didn’t stop myself from plunging my tongue deep inside. God, I knew nothing about seducing a woman, making them feel good, but by the way Abigail clutched at me, it told me she was into this just as much as I was.
I could have come in my pants just from kissing her alone.
When she rose on her toes, pressing her chest to mine, and I felt the curves that made up her body, I growled, unable to hold the sound in, not wanting to. My cock was stiff, harder than it had ever been in my whole damn life. My shaft dug against the zipper of my jeans, a discomfort that helped in not having me explode before this really got started.
I wanted more, needed it. What I wanted to do to Abigail was filthy, but only in the best ways, only for her. Would she like that? Or maybe I should be gentle, soft and sweet like she deserved?
As the kissing intensified and I felt her grab my biceps, digging her nails into my flesh, what little control I had snapped right the fuck in half. I tangled my hands in the fall of her blonde hair.
I thrust my tongue in her mouth, groaning, the sound guttural and full of need.
“God, this is how I imagined it, but so much better,” I murmured against her mouth. I slid one of my hands down her back and wrapped my arm around her waist, jerking her impossibly closer to me. She let out a little sound, and I swallowed it.
“Take me to your room,” she whispered, and I growled like some kind of fucking animal.
Without thinking about what I was doing, I used my strength to lift her off the ground. She instantly wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist.
I walked us backward but had to stop, had to press her against the wall, because I needed more of her. I couldn’t even fucking make it to the damn bedroom yet. I settled my pelvis between her spread thighs and ground my hard cock against her pussy. God, I could feel how hot she was, and it was all for me.
I stroked my tongue along hers and pulled it deeper into my mouth, sucking on it, taking her flavor into my mouth. She tasted a little like beer, but mainly like the mint gum she’d been chewing in my car. The combination turned me the fuck on.
I couldn’t help but thrust my cock harder against her pussy, wanting desperately to have nothing between us so I could be buried inside her. I bet she was as hot and sweet and wet as I’d always imagined. I broke the kiss after long seconds and looked down at her face. Her mouth was swollen and red, lips lightly partly as she sucked in a lungful of air. She was like this because of me.
“I want you so fucking badly.” I wanted to make her come, wanted to know I was the reason she felt good, because I was so fucking possessive of her. My heart was pounding fast and hard. “I loved you before I even knew what that was.” I looked at her lips… so red, so swollen.
She didn’t speak, but her breathing picked up.
“This is about you and me,” I said, looking into her eyes. “It’s always been about you and me.”
She nodded, agreeing with me. “Take me to your room,” she whispered again.
I closed my eyes. “God, is this for real?” I meant to say those words in my head, but instead, they came out hushed, strained. I opened my eyes and kissed her again, showing her with my body just how much I meant my words.
It didn’t matter if I had never had sex, knew nothing about pleasing a woman. I knew as soon as I had Abigail naked and in my bed instinct would take over. Everything would fall into place. I let her body slide down mine and speared my hands in her hair, kissing her until we were both gasping for air.
I’d jerked off so many times over the years thinking of this moment, of what I’d do to Abigail, how I’d make her feel good. And here I was, here this moment finally was, right in front of me. My reality.
That’s exactly what I wanted to do, but I needed to kiss her again. I had my hands on the sides of her neck, holding her still as I mouth fucked her. And there was no other way to describe what I was doing. It was raw, passionate, and she claimed me as much as I did her right now.
She arched into me, her breasts pressing into my chest, letting me feel how hard her nipples were. There was no doubt in my mind just how ready, how primed she was for me.
I could have gotten off so easily. But, I pulled back, forcing myself to break the kiss. Hell, I didn’t want to, but as hot as it sounded fucking her right up against this wall, I wanted her in my bed, my scent engulfing her, taking her virginity and giving her mine surrounded by my things, having her in my bed. That sounded like fucking perfection.
Once in my room, I shut the door a little too hard, my excitement, my need coming through. I buried my face in her neck, inhaling deeply, getting drunk on her scent. The fact that this was actually happening shocked the hell out of me, and I figured I’d wake up at any moment, realizing this was just one hell of a wet dream.
I walked us over to the bed at the same time I was shedding my clothes. Our mouths never broke as my jeans came off, then my boxers. I told myself to go slow, but I couldn’t help it. I took a step away from her and reached behind me, taking hold of the material of my shirt right between my shoulder blades and pulling it up and over my head. I tossed that shit aside then just stood there naked and wanting to fuck her.
She was fully dressed still, but I could see how hard her nipples were through her oversized sweater. God, she was perfect.
She was mine.
“Come here,” I said softly, and I was so fucking pleased she didn’t even think about not doing it. And the truth was, if she’d been the one to call me over, I would have gladly done it on my hands and knees, running my tongue up the arch of her foot and continuing my path up until I was sucking on her pussy and making her come against my mouth.
And because my thoughts went there, filthy images slammed into my head, ones of spreading her pussy lip
s with my fingers so I could feast on her, and it had me crazy with desire. She was in front of me a second later, looking up at me with these wide, unsure eyes.
“We can go slow. We can take all the time you need.” I meant those words despite the fact that I was naked and my cock was standing hard like a steel pipe between us.
She slowly shook her head. “I don’t want that. I just want you to be with me, in every way, Max.”
I clenched my jaw, my cock jerking from her words. I said nothing as I started to help her out of her clothes, my focus on her eyes the entire time. The only time we broke eye-contract was when she removed her sweater. I wanted her to know I was right here with her… I was right here for her.
And before I knew what was happening, she was just as naked as I was. It was then that I slowly trailed my gaze down her naked body. Her skin looked smooth and so creamy. Her breasts full, her nipples hard and rosy pink.
I was so far-gone for her.
I let my gaze travel over her legs, stopped for a second to stare at her pussy, which was covered in a thatch of trimmed darker blonde hair, and I couldn’t stop the deep, animalistic rumble that left me. I looked down at her delicate-looking foot with the red-painted toenails and told myself not to pounce. It wasn’t because I thought I’d be too intense and raw—although that was true too, because I was so far gone for her—but more because I could get off without even being inside her.
I let my gaze travel higher, over her belly, her navel little, the indent making my mouth water. And then I stopped and stared at her breasts once again, these perfect tear-drop mounds that had me involuntarily reaching down to palm my cock, to stroke the fucker and give it some relief.
I was right back in front of her, my hand on her nape, my other one still stroking my raging hard-on. I ran my tongue along the bottom swell of her lip, her skin so damn sweet. She made this sexy little mewl, and I added pressure, kissing her fiercely.
“I need you,” she said against my mouth.
I groaned. “I’m barely hanging on as it is, Abigail. You can’t say that kind of stuff to me or this will be over with before it even starts.” Christ. “I could devour you until nothing is left, baby.”