Fireworks by Sarina Bowen

Author:Sarina Bowen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tuxbury Publishing LLC

Twenty-One

Skylar

The night we never got. Somehow, between the party and the bed, I lose my anger. My heart is ready to forgive Benito for his teenage betrayal. And my body forgave him last Friday night, about three minutes after I walked into the Gin Mill for the first time.

I’m flat on my back, holding Benito in a vise grip, taking every kiss and begging for more. I’m attacking Benito like a brazen hussy.

Do people even say brazen hussy anymore? Whatever. So long as Benito doesn’t stop kissing me, I don’t have to think.

We lost my skirt somewhere in the hallway, but I’m still wearing boots. I thrash a little, wondering if I can kick them off.

“I got you,” he rasps. His hand slides down my leg to my boot, which he unzips efficiently. I arch my back, my chest rising and falling rapidly as he tugs it off, and then moves on to the other one. My socks are the next to go—both of them in quick succession.

Then soft lips graze my knee, and travel upwards at a teasing pace. My lady bits quiver as he approaches my panties. I actually squirm on the bed, unable to stay still. “Come here,” I order. I crave his weight on top of me. I’m not in the mood to be teased.

“I like you bossy,” he murmurs. Then he stands up and removes all his clothing. All of it, while I watch with a dry mouth. He lies down beside me on the bed, his head propped up in one hand. “What else are you going to order me to do?” Dark eyes look down at me, and there’s humor in them.

And I love it. I love him, if we’re being honest. But I’m in way over my head. I care too much and I know too little. I can’t answer his question, because I don’t exactly know what to do with a 100 percent naked Benito. Until now, sex was always something that was done to me.

And it was over so quickly that I never learned much about it.

Benito doesn’t seem to notice or mind my silence, though. He reaches over and scoops my body closer to his. Then he takes one of my hands and places it on his chest.

Ooh. His chest. It’s my favorite part of him. Actually, I really like his mouth and his eyes, too. But the chest is solidly in the top ten…

But Benito isn’t done. Now he drags my hand slowly down his body. We pass a set of washboard abs, and the firm ripple actually makes me whimper with surprise, because he feels so good under my hand. A wave of heat rolls down my body.

A second later he places my hand right on his erection. It’s an impossibly bold thing to do—the sort of thing that played through my teenage fantasies. No—it’s hotter than my timid teenage dreams. But I always wanted him to treat me like a woman instead of a little girl who needed saving.

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