Chapter 2

I shrug and start fidgeting again. “I just didn’t like any of the guys I went to high school with. I want my first kiss to be special, and I want it to be with someone who knows what they’re doing and will be gentle with me.”

He sighs, and I know he’s fighting a serious ethical dilemma in his mind.

“Please,” I beg, not caring at all if this is only a pity kiss on his part. Okay, well maybe caring a little bit, but I’m dying for him to kiss me, and at this point, I’ll take it any way I can get it.

He scrubs his hand over his face and looks at me. I meet his gaze, begging him with my eyes to give me this one thing.

“Just one kiss,” I promise, “for my birthday.”

“Fuck,” he mutters, giving his head a slow nod as if he can’t believe what he’s about to do. “Just one kiss,” he repeats, staring at me hard, making sure I understand.

I nod quickly, having no intention whatsoever of keeping my word on that one.

He leans in, cupping my face in his hands and plants a chaste kiss on my lips. He backs away, and I laugh.

“You can’t be serious,” I say.

“It’s a kiss,” he says stubbornly.

“Like my fucking grandma would give.”

“Hey!” he says, but I can see his lips wanting to lift into a smile. “I happen to be a very good kisser. Way better than your grandma, I’m guessing.”

“Prove it,” I say, leaning into him. “Give me a birthday kiss I’ll never forget.” I lift an eyebrow, daring him to accept my challenge.

This time when he cups my face, his grip is firmer. He lets his lips hover above mine for just a second before pressing them against mine. His lips are so soft, and I melt beneath them. He sucks on my bottom lip before turning his attention to the top one, and I moan when I feel his tongue gently graze against my sensitive skin before gently parting them and sliding in.

My whole body explodes in pleasure as I open my mouth to him. I shyly let my tongue slide along his, and when he groans and kisses me harder, my pussy clenches, reminding me of how much more I want from him.

All I can think about is how much I want and need him, and when I grab onto his shoulders and start to cross the divide between our seats so I can straddle him, he pulls back, leaving both of us panting. I ignore the fact that he’s stopped kissing me and straddle him anyway. My skirt is lifted, and I groan when I lower myself onto him and my wet panties meet a very sizeable bulge in his pants. My eyes widen in surprise, and I can’t help but smile at the way his body is reacting to me.

“You said one kiss.”

I can see the desire in his eyes and feel it against my pussy, making me feel a lot bolder than I did a few minutes ago.

“This is still one kiss,” I say. “One long kiss.”

With his hard cock digging into me, I can’t help but move my hips, letting my pussy rub against the length of him.

He groans, grabbing onto my hips, stilling me with his hands.

“That wasn’t part of the deal,” he says, and I can hear how strained his voice is.

“Consider it a bonus,” I say, lowering my mouth to his.

I run my tongue along his lips this time, teasing him with my mouth. His body is still beneath me, his fingers digging into my hips, holding me in place, but when I slide my tongue into his mouth, he loses the inner battle and responds with a hunger of his own.

He loosens his hold on my hips, and I immediately start rubbing my pussy against his hard cock. I groan when he slides his hands up my skirt, dancing his fingers along my bare ass cheeks before grabbing onto them tightly, moving me even harder and faster against him.

I grab onto his shoulders, loving how I can feel the hard muscles move beneath my fingers. He kisses me harder, hungrier, making my head spin and my body start to quiver. He’s still moving me along his cock, but he starts to also move my hips in circles that hit my clit with every movement. Pleasure coils in my pussy, and when I cum, his mouth captures my scream as I writhe against him. He sucks on my tongue, moving my hips harder, and my entire world narrows down to just two things: Liam and pleasure.

When my body starts to come down, he loosens his grip on my hips. I lazily grind against him as he gives me one last gentle kiss. Panting, I let my chest rest against his, burying my face in his neck. He’s still breathing heavily, and his cock is still hard beneath me as he runs his fingers over my back.

“Fuck, Sloane,” he finally says, breaking the silence. “That should not have happened.”

I study the sexy line of his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of him. When I slide my tongue along his skin, he groans and grabs onto my upper arms, pulling me back so he can look at me.

“We can’t do this,” he says, and the firm resolve in his voice has my body slumping in defeat. “I’m old enough to be your dad, Sloane, and I’ve been good friends with Jerry, your dad, ever since we were kids. You’re

completely off limits to me. I should never have let it go this far.”

“But I want you, Liam. I’ve always wanted you.”

His blue eyes are filled with sadness as his thumbs gently trace over my skin where he’s gripping my arms.

“It’s just a crush, Sloane. It’ll go away, and eventually you’ll meet somebody and fall in love.”

My eyes fill with tears, and I stubbornly shake my head no.

He reaches up to cup my face, and I immediately lean into the palm of his hand. His thumb wipes away the tears that I can no longer stop.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and the ache in his voice makes me cry even harder.

I still feel his hard cock pressing against my pussy, and I don’t understand why he’s holding back.

“Don’t you want me?”

He sighs, and the sound of it is so raw and pitiful, I almost feel bad for asking.

“That’s beside the point. It’s about what’s best for you.” “You’re what’s best for me,” I argue.

Instead of arguing back, he says, “It’s time for you to go back inside.”

He reaches to open his door, but I stop his hand with my own before he can.

“I’m glad you were my first kiss, Liam. I want you to be my first everything.”

I don’t give him a chance to respond, instead, I reach over and grab my gifts and open the door myself. I maneuver my way off his lap, instantly missing the feel of him against me. It’s stopped raining, and I don’t bother looking back before running inside. I know Liam wants me. I could feel the evidence of that against my pussy and in the way he looked at me and touched me. I just need to convince him that it’s okay for us to be together.

That it’s the right thing. In the meantime, my pussy is still throbbing from the memory of how good it had felt to grind against his big cock. I hug his sweatshirt tighter against my chest and run up to my room with a big grin on my face.