Melody of the Heart (Runaway Train, #4)

He released my nipple with a pop. “You okay with under?”


We’d been playing the over the shirt and panties feel up the last few times we had made out. But I knew I was ready for more. I wanted him to make me come with his fingers the same way I had learned to. His hand slid beneath the elastic band of my bloomers. I sucked in a breath at the feel of his hand cupping me. As he stroked me, I arched my hips in time. Although it felt good, it still wasn’t enough.

I tugged at the strands of his dark hair. As if he knew what I wanted, Brayden pushed one finger inside me. “Mmm,” I murmured, closing my eyes to the sensation. After swirling one finger inside to tease and test me, Brayden slipped in another. Once again, my hips rose involuntarily.

“Oh, Lily, you feel so fucking good,” Brayden groaned against my neck. He continued rubbing his erection against my thigh as he pumped his fingers furiously in and out of me. As I started to climb higher and higher, I grabbed his shoulders, my fingers molding into the flesh. Although I was embarrassed, I couldn’t stop the pants and noises I was making—it felt too good. When his thumb pressed against my clit, I cried out, convulsing against his fingers. I clung even tighter to him as the waves rolled through me.

When I could breathe normally again, Brayden had removed his hand from my panties. Hazily, I watched as he slid his fingers into his mouth. “Mmm, baby, you taste good. I can’t wait to put my tongue inside you.”

Shivering at his words, I said, “I can’t wait either. I know it’ll be good. Everything you to do to me is good.”

He gave me a sheepish grin. “I’m not sure I know exactly what I’m doing.”

I shook my head. “I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

“And I want you, Lily. I want all of you.”

“I know. I want you, too. Just not here in the backseat of your car. I want our first time to be special.”

“So do I.” His expression grew serious. “But I don’t just want to fuck you. I want to make love to you.”

My thumb ran across his jawline. “And I want to give you everything I have, mind, body, and soul.”

His brows lined while his jaw clenched and unclenched. I knew he was trying to find the way to say something important to me. Finally, he whispered, “I…I love you.”

I gasped. “What did you say?”

“I said, I love you.”

“Oh Brayden,” I murmured.

“And I didn’t say it just because I want to have sex with you. I said it because I mean it.”

Tears filled my eyes, and I couldn’t help letting them overflow my cheeks. “I love you, too. And I know you would never tell me you love me just to get me in bed. You have too good a heart for that.”

“My heart is all yours.” He then grimaced. “Am I sounding like a dopey sap?”

I giggled. “No, you sound pretty amazing to me. But I promise whatever you say to me will go no further than here.”

“What happens in the Challenger, stays in the Challenger, kinda thing?”

“Yep. That goes for you especially when you’re buddies want to know if we’re hitting it.”

Brayden rolled his eyes. “Trust me, Mitch is on me all the time wanting to know if we’ve lost our V-cards.”

“Ugh, he’s such a jerk.”

Brayden laughed. “I know.” He dropped his head to nuzzle my neck. “So to answer the jerk’s question, when are we going to lose our V-cards?”

I smacked his back playfully. He jerked his head up to grin at me. “I thought it was a good time to ask while we were on the subject.”

“Of course you did.” Brushing the hair out of his eyes, I whispered, “Soon. I promise.”

“You really think you’re ready?”

“Even though I probably should want to wait until I’m a little older, I always knew I wanted to have sex when I was in love. I know I love you, Brayden, so there’s no reason not to.”

He groaned. “God, you’re killing me.”

“Would you rather I said no?”

His eyes bulged as he shook his head furiously back and forth. “Oh no, I’m good. I swear.”

I couldn’t help laughing at him. “So where would we go?”

“Hmm, let me think.” Brayden remained contemplative for a few seconds. “I think I have an idea of a place that is private. I’m not sure how romantic it is.”

“I’m sure it would be better than a hotel room.”

“Maybe.”

“Why do you sound skeptical?”

“Well, it’s just an old tree house behind my grandparents’ house. My Papa built it for us grandkids. The only reason I thought of it is because it’s private.” He glanced sheepishly at me. “I’m not sure if it’s nice enough for you.”

I gave him a lingering kiss for his thoughtfulness. “Anywhere with you will be nice enough.”

He quirked his brows at me. “Except in the backseat of this car?”

I laughed. “Exactly.”

“Then the treehouse?”

“Yes. But when?”