Page 113 of On His Schedule
I look down at his lips as my pulse races everywhere. I don’t want to play Uno anymore. I want his eyes on me. I shake my head once.
He sets his cards down on the comforter. “You sure?”
I nod.
He moves the whole pile. The deck, the discard, his hand, mine. He sweeps them into a small stack with both palms. Hepicks up the stack and sets it on the nightstand next to the lamp. The movement is unhurried, but I wish he would be quicker about it.
He leans at the head of the bed and looks at me. “Come here.”
I crawl across the comforter. The distance is two feet. I get to him, and my heart’s racing so fast that it’s all I hear.I need you to touch me,I think as I look at him.I need you to tell me that what I feel is real.
He cups the side of my jaw like he read my mind. I close my eyes, leaning into his large hand. His palm is warm against my cheek. His thumb rests at the corner of my mouth. He is not kissing me yet, so I open my eyes.
“Lucy,” he whispers.
“Yeah?”
“Are you a virgin, baby?”
I close my eyes and shake my head. Will he be disappointed at my answer?
“Good.”
I open my eyes, shocked to hear that simple word.
He says, “Tell me what you want.”
I’ve been answering this question for him all along. Maybe not in words, but in silent ways like letting him keep my pencil. And letting his sister drag me to a Hawthorne House party and dancing in front of him. Or kissing him when he asked me to. Now I’m here. What more does he need from me to know that I’m at his will?
“Tell me, Lucy,” he pleads.
I swallow, feeling embarrassed. A nervous thrill shoots through my body. “You.”
He looks down at my lips. “Yeah?” His hand cups my cheeks firmly now. “Then kiss me.”
I’m relieved he’s not bringing up his sister, but I’m shaking at his command. I lean in, watching his face closely to make sure hemeans it. I lightly skim his lips with mine. His Camdenth tickles my lips.
“Are you sure?” I whisper.
He leans in, pressing his soft lips against mine. I let out a soft, excited moan. His lips move gently with mine. I kiss him with everything I’ve got. My hand finds his cheek, pulling him in. He angles his body to let me come closer. Our first kiss wasn’t like this. This kiss is the answer I’ve been looking for. He wantsme. I want him. I really, really do.
He places his hand on my neck, and it’s not gentle anymore. His mouth is hungrier with each movement. His face is recently shaved, so I slide my hand over his cheek, keeping my touch gentle. He pulls me closer, and I climb on top of his lap.
He opens his mouth and laughs. I drink it in, licking his bottom lip.
“Lucy,” he whispers, using his hands to run his fingers on my exposed lower back. A shiver crawls up my spine as I arch into him. He stops laughing when I feel his growing cock beneath me.
I kiss him again, silencing whatever he was about to say. His fingers crawl up my bare skin. I press my chest against his, and he rolls his head back, laughing.
“Lucy, you’re driving me crazy, baby.”
“Yeah?” I ask, leaning in and swirling my tongue on his neck, and then lightly biting.
He makes a guttural sound that strikes straight to my core. I feel his dick press against me. His eyes are dark. His mouth is wet. His chest is rising and falling. His eyes find mine, and he’s looking at me the way I have not been looked at by anyone in my life.
“Lucy, I’ve been thinking about this since the moment I met you.”
“Really?” I tease.
