Tobias stopped in his tracks, and his face twisted into something resembling a smile and confusion. “Did you just pep talk me?”

  I laughed, happy he’d taken my verbal scolding well. “I guess I did.”

  “Well then, coach, it’s time to hit the showers.” He pointed at the fenced-in faucet. “Who goes first? Or should we do this together?” His smile tipped into a grin. “You know, as a team?”

  “Nice try, hot shot.” I stepped around him, peeked over my shoulder, and smiled. Two can play this game. “I’ll go first just in case there’s only enough hot water for one. Something tells me you won’t mind taking a cold one.”

  CHAPTER 10

  Tobias

  Fucking showers. I never thought I would hate them as much as I did that week. Amelia and I had a routine. We would eat breakfast, play ball, I would watch her dance, then we would shower before heading back to camp. The rest of the day wasn’t as scheduled. We rotated between hiking, playing cards, and driving into town for a change of scenery.

  Our time together was surprisingly effortless. She made me laugh, something I couldn’t remember doing in a long-ass time. And after the first night, I’d started to sleep well beside her—not without a raging hard-on, but hey, I was proud I’d been able to keep it to myself.

  But those fucking showers. They killed me in the worst way, giving me just a glimpse of Amelia’s perfect bronze skin from her shoulders up, and each day only worsened my suffering. She was becoming harder to resist, to the point I’d forgotten why I was resisting.

  She’s your sister’s best friend.

  She’s still in high school.

  You’re no good for her.

  Three loud thoughts always came through, reminding me why I needed to keep my dick in my pants and my mouth away from all the places it wanted to kiss. And those thoughts were cycling through my mind that night as we lay on our backs, staring up at the roof of the tent.

  “Two days left,” she said quietly, breaking through our heavy silence.

  I turned my head to face her, loving the way the moonlight spotlighted her profile. “Are you ready to go back?”

  Our eyes locked as she shook her head. “No.”

  I couldn’t hold back, not when just the shift of her body scented the air with her green-apple after-shower spray. It was a fragrance I knew would never leave me along with so many other memories of Amelia I’d accumulated over our week together. The log in my head was long, the capacity endless.

  I took her hand in mine, weaving my fingers between hers. The move was innocent enough, but we both knew it was anything but. It was her move now. She could pull away at any moment. That would be enough to tell me “no.”

  When I felt the squeeze of her small fingers around mine, I sucked in a breath I hadn’t meant for her to hear. Shit.

  “You okay?” Her voice was soft and filled with an ache I wanted to mend.

  I definitely wasn’t okay. How the hell was it that I’d completely forgotten how to flirt with a girl? It had come so easily to me before.

  There’s been no one like Amelia Clark, you jackass.

  I turned my body to face her, somewhat awkwardly as I got tangled up in the sheets and comforter. Once I finally escaped the mess, I peered back into her watchful eyes. “Do you, um, need another pillow?”

  Before she could respond, I reached for the one between us and slid it around her waist. “Here.” Her body was firm but curvy enough to give my eyes nice terrain to wander across when she was in those little dance outfits. Curves like Amelia Clark’s should’ve been illegal.

  Her hand fell on mine before she yanked the pillow into her arms and turned to the side away from me. “Thanks.” She snuggled into it, accidently rubbing against me.

  We both froze. My attraction to her wasn’t exactly subtle in that moment. My cock was fully hard and so fucking angry for the lack of attention it had been getting all week. With temptation like her in front of it, I knew I couldn’t go another night without getting myself off. Sex with Amelia was out of the question. I was so far gone, I couldn’t even begin to imagine how tight her cunt would feel wrapped around my cock, draining it of an entire week’s worth of buildup.

  “Tobias?”

  Her voice was quiet, but I heard her clearly against my pounding heart.

  “Amelia,” I returned. It was all my choked voice could make out from lack of oxygen. I was afraid to breathe. I was afraid to move.

  “You can move closer if you want.” She took in a deep breath, and I blinked a few times, wondering if I’d heard her right.

  After a few seconds, I realized she wasn’t going to give me any more hints about what to do, so I closed the distance, sliding my body flush against hers and resting my palm on her stomach. I could resist her, but I didn’t want to. Even as my mind tried desperately to push thoughts of her away, her scent was too strong. Her presence too dominant. I needed her, and I would take whatever she would allow.

  My mouth landed at the back of her neck just as she pressed her ass against me. I groaned in surprise then gently bit down on her skin in response. “Careful, Birthday Girl. You don’t know what you’re tempting down there.”

  “What if I want to find out?” Small fingers landed on mine. “Would you let me?”

  My eyes pinched shut as my fingers traveled down until I found the edge of her top. Pulling up gently, I wet the spot I had bitten with my tongue. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

  I could feel the quickening of her belly as my fingers traveled down.

  My mouth dipped again, my lips moving around the crook of her neck. She shivered in my hold, and I groaned again at the feel of my dick sliding between her ass cheeks. She felt so good in my arms—small, yet thick in all the right places.

  My palm slipped down farther, making it into her panties. Her legs chose that moment to clench together, so I paused.

  “No?” I asked. If she didn’t want me, I wouldn’t pressure her. I started to slide my hand out.

  She placed her hand on mine and squeezed then pulled it back down. “Yes. Just…” I could practically hear her nervous swallow. “Go slow, okay?”

  Amelia didn’t have to tell me she was a virgin. I already knew, thanks to my sister’s late-night overshares. But in this case, that knowledge proved beneficial.

  “Are you sure? We don’t have to—”

  “Shut up, Tobias.” Her hand found mine again, this time wrapping around it and guiding it down until my fingers found her clit.

  My head fogged at the sudden heat rushing between her thighs. Fuck. I could almost feel the gush of sticky liquid before I’d even made her come. God, I wanted to make her come.

  I let my finger play with her sensitive bud for a minute before slipping down more. Her legs opened slowly, but by the time my finger was poised above her opening and ready to sink in, they were wide and flexing farther.

  With my mouth buried in her neck and my heart already racing, I found her wet opening and pushed my finger inside. I knew it wouldn’t take much to get her off, especially when she started to moan and squirm in my hold.

  My slow and steady pace was driving me crazy—and her too, from the feel of it. Her body moved against mine as my finger dove deeper.

  I didn’t know how much longer I could last without burying my cock inside her, so far I would never find my way out. But this wasn’t something I wanted to rush. I wanted to savor each and every moan and the feel of her dainty but fierce nails digging into my wrist like she was encouraging me and fighting me at the same time.

  Every time I opened my mouth to say anything, I stopped, too afraid that speaking my thoughts would scare her away. I couldn’t exactly tell her how hot and tight her cunt was. It was so tight, my cock would have to work its way in there nice and slow.

  I wondered if she had ever heard words like that before. Sure, she was a virgin, but had she ever felt thick fingers spreading her open? Something told me she hadn’t.

  “Just trust me, okay?” I breathed in her ear.

  She nodded, and I slipped my finger from her heat and spread her juices around. When I slid back in between her lips, I added my index finger, plunging deep until her moan was so loud, it filled the tent. I quickened my pace, my fingers fluttering inside her, quickening gradually until I could feel the walls of her clench around me in warning.

  “Tobias, I—” Her near-plea was cut off by a scream tearing past her throat as she came, gushing around my fingers like I’d just punctured the skin of the sweetest fruit.

  My breathing was heavy from the rush of adrenaline. I’d forgotten how good it felt to explore a woman, to tease her while helping her climb to the highest peak, and getting to watch her fly then freefall without any fear of how hard she might land. It wasn’t like me to fall right along with her, but I could feel my self-control unravel bit by bit as I landed right alongside her.

  “Fuck.” My fingers slipped from her folds as I turned onto my back. I yanked down my shorts and briefs then put a choke hold on my cock. A groan tore from my throat at the first stroke. Relief would come soon.

  Amelia shifted her body so she was hovering over me, watching. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips, as she took me in… all of me. That was hardly fair.

  “Can I help?” she asked, so innocently I had to bite back my smile.

  “I’m almost there.” My gaze traveled to her tits, which were still fully clothed. I should have thought about that earlier. “Can I see you?”

  She followed my gaze. Slowly, she peeled off her tank top, revealing her sports bra. Without even needing me to ask, she removed that too, leaving a perfect pair of breasts I’d seen once before only five days ago. I couldn’t have forgotten them if I’d tried.

  My eyes slipped down to her shorts. I wanted to see all of her. She lifted her hips and slid down her shorts and panties until she was completely bare and so fucking beautiful.

  “Sit on me.”

  Her eyes were so wide and terrified of whatever came next. It was only fair. I was terrified too. If this had been a year ago or if it had been anyone else, I wouldn’t even hesitate on how far to take things. But I didn’t want Amelia to have regrets when it was all over. She deserved better.

  She sat up, her soft body glistening from coming just moments ago. When she spread her legs to straddle me, I could see exactly what I’d done to her. She moved up my legs until she was just below my cock, giving me a perfect view of everything I never knew I wanted.

  This week had opened my eyes to so much, and Amelia was the focal point.

  I didn’t want it to end.

  And with that last thought, the buildup reached its brink. My eyes never left hers as the intensity of my climax shook me long and hard. I rode it out, catching every drop in the shirt she’d removed.

  “I’m just going to need a minute,” I rasped as I tried to catch my breath.

  “For what?” Amelia’s eyes were wide and filled with an adorable innocence.

  Jesus fuck, she’s beautiful. I cupped her face with my palm and pulled her lips closer to mine, brushing my nose against hers. As much as I wanted to kiss her pretty mouth, I knew I couldn’t let this be her first kiss. There was a different type of intimacy that came with a first kiss, one I couldn’t let be wasted because we were in the heat of it all.

  No. Amelia deserved a proper first kiss, even if I had to fuck her first.

  CHAPTER 11

  Amelia

  His eyes finally fell shut after what appeared to be the most intense orgasm I’d ever witnessed. Not that I’d witnessed any other than my own. Still, I couldn’t imagine it always being so thrilling, erratic, and pleasurable. Or maybe that was exactly how it was supposed to be.

  His breathing was heavy and slowing while I felt a need deep in my core. I was desperate for him to continue exploring me, to feel him in all the places he wanted to touch me, to feel him in all the places I’d secretly imagined him going.

  I bit my bottom lip. “Think you can do that again?” I leaned down, sliding my nose along his jaw until I reached his ear. “This time inside me?” My voice was raspy as my breath skated across his skin.

  He sucked in a breath just as another quiver shook me. Tobias’s grip was firm on my waist as I hovered over him, just inches from his cock. I could put him inside me and move the way I’d seen on those videos Trinity had shown me. I could toss my head back and moan as he stared at my tits bobbing before him.

  But even if I wanted to make that first move, he wasn’t about to let me come down on him. He just held me there, tightening and loosening his grip like he was debating something in his head.

  “Do you see that first aid kit right behind me?”

  I looked up and spotted the red box immediately. Nodding, I looked back down at him curiously. “Are you okay?”

  He gave a wolfish grin that melted my insides. “I have condoms in there.”

  My pulse quickened. “Oh.”

  Are we actually doing this? I wanted to… with him.

  I wasn’t sure why I was surprised that he wanted to sleep with me too. We were on spring break, alone, with an obvious mutual attraction that had been festering for some time. Longer for me than for him, I was certain, but it was mutual for sure. And we only had two more days before we had to return to Malibu.

  Besides, this was Tobias, a guy I’d contained my feelings for since before I had boobs. He was hot. He was single. And he’d already proven to be good with his hands.

  “This isn’t going to be weird after, right?”

  He chuckled. “No, it doesn’t have to be weird. It’s just sex, Amelia.”

  To him it might’ve been just sex, but for me, it was more.

  “But we don’t have to go further if you don’t want to.”

  I may have internally swooned. The fact that he cared about me consenting was sexy.

  I swallowed then started to lower myself to answer his question. But before I could feel him, he slapped a hand to the back side of my leg to stop me. “Wait. Scoot forward first.”

  My heart felt like it might explode as I listened and inched my way up, still straddling him as I crawled my way toward the kit. The entire time, I felt his eyes on me—all of me.

  Something warm skated across my center, and I realized it was Tobias, so close I could feel each breath hit me.

  He groaned and slid his palms around the outsides of my legs until he reached my ass. I’d already forgotten the mission I was on as I felt his breath on more of me. His mouth was so close, I felt the rumble in his chest as he palmed me from behind and pulled me closer. My stomach muscles tensed. My breathing was a staccato as I waited for whatever came next.

  Then I felt it. One swift swipe of his tongue found me, tasted me, and I fell forward, slamming my palms against the back of the truck. “Holy fuck,” I groaned. Everything inside me clenched at the sensation.

  He chuckled, the vibration of his mouth tickling me and driving me crazy. He swiped again and again, until I felt the flat of his tongue press hard against my clit. Then he sucked. Holy God, did he suck. But it wasn’t until he pushed one of his thick fingers inside me that I screamed.

  “I’m ready for you now,” he rasped, his mouth still on me. It took a second for me to understand he was talking about the condom.

  I inhaled deeply and fumbled on the latch of the first aid kit, all the while trying to ignore the gentle licks he repeated against my clit. My hand found the foil, and I passed it behind me until Tobias grabbed it and turned his focus from eating me out to situating his cock.

  Moving back down his body, I watched as he slowly rolled the condom on. He sat up when he was done and flipped me onto my back like it was effortless. Then he spread my legs with his knees. My eyes grazed his shirtless body. He was a god, firm and lean, chiseled to perfection. I didn’t think guys like him existed, not in real life anyway.

  His hands moved over me, smoothing my skin, finding every dip and curve with his fingers, and brushing lightly over my nipples.

  “You must think I’m a saint for not trying to fuck you sooner, because I wanted to, Amelia. God knows I wanted to.”

  I swallowed nervously. “You did?”

  His eyes widened on mine, and he leaned in to brush my lips with his. “Yes. Maybe since before that day I changed your tire. But you crawled under my skin that day. I couldn’t figure it out then, but I think I know now.”

  “You do?”

  He nodded, and that was when I felt the tip of his shaft find my entrance. I gasped, but he didn’t push it in. Instead, he held himself there as he moved his mouth to my ear. “You remind me of a better version of myself, a version I’d forgotten. But you’re good, Amelia. And you should know, I don’t do good well.”

  My hands found his thick, firm ass. “Don’t be good for me. Not tonight.” I swallowed at what I was asking. “Tonight, I need bad.” I pulled him down until he took my initiative to sink in the rest of the way.

  I didn’t know to expect that type of pressure, like he was pulling me open from the inside, like he was working his way into something forbidden. Although I’d just granted him access, my body still wasn’t ready for him. He was so big and thick as he eased himself inside me, slowly widening me beyond what I knew I was capable of, until he couldn’t go any farther.

  He fell into my neck and groaned. “Fuck,” he cussed loudly. “You don’t even realize how good you feel, do you? This is how addictions start.” He moved his head up and looked me in my eyes. “Are you okay? You’re quiet.”

  I sucked in a breath and nodded.

  “I’ll go slow.”

  Just the softness of his words lit me up inside. I wanted to feel good for him. I also wanted him to know that although this was all new for me, he made me feel good too.

 

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