Save the Secret Date by Ellie Cahill

Author:Ellie Cahill [Cahill, Ellie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Liz Czukas

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One Data Point

When our lips met, it was as if two years had evaporated. There was that feeling again. The one I’d been unable to get out of my head for so long. The world stood still and narrowed down to the two of us. Jake’s mouth on mine, opening softly and his tongue making the barest sweep against mine before retreating. Then back again while his arm curved around me and pulled me closer. I couldn’t distinguish the rushing sound of my blood from the ocean; I was the ocean and the ocean was me.

The swing made the world unsteady beneath us as we tried to get closer, and yet still he was the calm center of it all. The only solid thing that mattered.

He kissed me breathless, and when he finally relinquished my lips I gasped.

“How was that?” he asked.

“That was…that was good.”

“Just one data point, though, right?”

“Yes. I need a lot more.”

He was down with that. We kissed again. And again. And again. We melted back onto the ever-shifting swing and I was so grateful for it’s ostentatious size as it easily accommodated us together. The sound of the ocean surrounded us as we swayed gently in the dark, wound around each other in a way that we’d never been before.

The night we’d cuddled in my bed had been as chaste as two people in their underwear could be in a twin bed. Jake had been in charge of our dignity, as limited as it might have been. And although in sleep we had ended up curled together and his shirt had ridden up high on my ribs, he hadn’t been the one to do it. He’d been so careful, resisted so well, that for two years I wasn’t even sure he’d wanted to be with me.

Tonight was different. Tonight he wasn’t worried about my sobriety and he gave in. The kisses were only a part of it. Tonight there were curious hands and zippers lowered and my skirt merely a band of fabric around my waist. And his hands. My god his hands on my body like he was a blind man exploring a sculpture by Michelangelo. And his mouth nibbling and kissing my mouth, my jaw, my throat, and my shoulders.

For the first time in my life, I felt truly sexy. Like I and I alone was the reason for all these things he was doing to me. It wasn’t a means to an end for him. There was pleasure in the act of kissing my collarbone. Not just for me, but for him. Like he’d finally been unleashed on the thing he had wanted for so long.

The feeling was so intense that my eyes welled with tears. I wasn’t crying, really, more like the magnitude of emotion was off my personal scales and it simply found an outlet.

“Are you all right?” he whispered.

I nodded.

“You sure? You don’t seem all right.”

“Hypothetically, I’m good.”

He smiled, laughing softly. His breath on my cheek, and his laughter vibrating through my body was one of the best feelings I’d had in a long time.

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