She hesitates but then steps closer to me, her answering smile doing funny things to my insides.
I pull her to me and she wraps her arms around my waist. Her cheek rests on my chest and I pray she can't hear my heart beating wildly. It's hammering against my ribcage rather audibly.
We sway to the music and get lost in the comfort of the silence surrounding us. When it ends, I look down at Huntley and almost lose my breath. She really is beautiful. "Huntley?" I whisper, lowering my head ever so slightly.
"Hmmm?"
"I'm going to kiss you now."
Before she can answer I press my lips to hers, desperate to get closer because simply being close isn't enough with her. It never has been and never will be. This time she takes the lead and traces her tongue along my bottom lip. I open my mouth and her tongue slides in, moving in perfect unison with mine. Her hands slide up my chest and her arms wrap around my neck. Her fingers slide through my hair and I growl. My hands tighten around her waist, pulling her to me until there's no space between us. Our kiss started off innocent but has now turned hungry, urgent. It's driving me up the wall and damn if I don't love it. My hands move of their own accord and slip down to her bottom. I squeeze and push her hips into mine. There's no doubt that she can feel how turned on I am. She moans into my mouth and I almost lose my load on the spot. It's so fucking sexy when she does that.
We break the kiss, our chests heaving together as we catch our breath. That current of energy pulses between us, like it has since the first day I laid eyes on my beautiful girl, only now it flows without restriction. Because she is mine and I am hers.
"Wow," I breathe.
She giggles. "You feel it too."
"Yeah." I don't know what else to say that would describe this moment and what Huntley makes me feel, adequately.
"Thank you," she says, looking up at me with what looks like reverence. I never want her to look at me any other way ever again.
"For what?"
"For giving me the perfect first date."
That has me speechless. This girl, this beautiful, magnificent creation, is thanking me when I want to give her so much more.
"You're perfect," I say. It's all I can think of while my mind and body come down from the high of our kiss.
She stretches onto her tippy toes and places a butterfly kiss on the side of my mouth.
This night could not have gone any better. It surpassed all my expectations but also changed something between us.
The idea of having Huntley to myself excites me and terrifies me in the same breath.
But I would do anything to never lose that feeling.
Because I'm pretty sure this girl will own my heart, if she doesn't already.
Chapter 15
Huntley
"So how are things with you and Grayson?" Demi asks. We're sitting on the couch watching Sex and The City, courtesy of Demi. We're starting Carrie's story from the beginning because I haven't ever watched it and according to Demi, that's a sin against the entire female population. It also happens to be my birthday and we're waiting for Brody and Grayson to get home from their football game. We're supposed to be heading to Nicky's to celebrate.
"They're," I pause, trying to find the right words. "Amazing." We've been together just over two months. After our first date, we've been inseparable. We spend a lot of time at my apartment, studying, hanging out or making out like teenagers. The last part is definitely my favorite.
"Why are you blushing?" Demi eye's me suspiciously before blurting out, "Oh my God, you're thinking about having sex with him, aren't you!"
Dammit, how does she know? Maybe my sexual frustration is that obvious.
"No!" I lie, hoping she'll believe me, despite the fact that I'm a terrible liar.
"Don't lie! I can see it on your face!" she pauses, "So you guys haven't..."
I shake my head. "No."
"Are you a virgin?"
I frown. "No Demi, I'm not." I'd rather not discuss my sexual history with Demi. I've only ever had sex three times, all with my ex Jake and all awful. Of course it was the third time that got me knocked up but that information remains hidden and untold.
"Then what's the problem? Does he not get your engine going?"
I laugh at her choice of words. Grayson does more than get my engine going. He set's the damn car alight with gasoline and makes it explode. My body has never reacted to anyone the way it does to him. I'm always acutely aware of him, what he's doing. Our bodies are connected in a way I have only ever read about in my romance novels and even then, I've never thought it was real.
"I'm just scared it's too soon. We've only been dating a couple of weeks."
"Honey, if that boy drives you crazy then timing isn't important. I've seen the way he looks at you, and I can tell you right now, that boy is ready to bump uglies."
"Oh my God Demi! Bump uglies? Really?" Once again I laugh at her choice of words. Where does she come up with stuff?