Game Changer (The Field Party)

Enjoying the way her body reacted to my touch, I shifted my attention to her bare arm, letting the back of my hand brush past the side of her boob. Each time I went by slower until both of us were breathing quick and heavy.

Kissing Ezmita was becoming more and more of a need, not just a desire. She shifted slightly, but it was enough so that my hand brushed more than the side of her breast. It had been a purposeful move on her part. I stilled for a brief moment, then began to give the attention to her left breast instead of her arm.

“Oh,” she breathed out in a whisper, and I took that as a sign that it was okay for me to continue. I didn’t need to think about this. I knew what I wanted to do. Ezmita wasn’t just another girl. Doing more with her would change things and I might regret it later, but right now I couldn’t think of one reason why.

“Come here.” My voice was husky. She looked up at me as I reached for her waist and directed her to my lap.

She followed my lead and straddled my lap. “Like this?” she asked, sounding unsure.

I reached up and took her face in my hands, then brought her mouth to mine. She sank down onto me and put her hands on my shoulders. Her mouth moved over mine and opened immediately. My pulse felt like a hot rush coursing through my body. This was the only girl who could make me crazy with just a kiss.

You Don’t Know Me That Well CHAPTER 26

EZMITA

His hands left my face and I felt them on my thighs. They slid up the backs of my legs until his fingertips were just inside the bottom of my shorts. I was going to hyperventilate. His right hand left my thigh to slide up the back of my shirt, and then he pressed me closer to him.

All he needed to do was ask. I’d gladly get as close to him as possible. He smelled wonderful, and his body was so warm and hard. I was relaxing my hold on his shoulder when his hand began to slowly move from my back to my side to… oh no, I wasn’t going to be able to breathe. Here was where I would embarrass myself by passing out from lack of oxygen.

When his hand covered my breast, shots of pleasure went through my body in several different areas. I had stopped kissing him, and I was frozen praying I didn’t do something stupid. His mouth moved to my ear. “Is this okay?” he asked.

I wanted to say yes, but speaking wasn’t happening. I simply nodded my head. Then his other hand was moving up my shirt, and I closed my eyes tightly and waited. The sensation was doubled. No one had ever touched me underneath my clothing. This was new, and I now understood why girls let guys do it.

His mouth found mine again, and his kiss was more aggressive. I returned the excitement with my own, and my hands reached up and fisted into his hair. If I could get closer, I would. I wanted all of me to touch all of him. Desire, need, all kinds of crazy things were swirling inside me. Then I wiggled my hips needing to squirm… and oh! I stopped. He inhaled sharply. His hands squeezed my breast in response but not so badly it hurt.

“Ezmita,” he breathed.

I didn’t say anything. I wanted to squirm again. That felt… that felt… I had no words for how that felt. I started to shift my hips again, and then his hands were gone from under my shirt and I was being moved back. He didn’t move me off his lap, just back enough.

“Look at me, Ezmita.” His voice was so thick and hoarse that there was no question he had been as affected by this as I was. I lifted my gaze to meet his. “Have you ever had sex?”

Not what I was expecting him to say or ask. I shook my head no.

He sighed heavily and closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and looking at me again. “I didn’t think so.” He sounded more let down over that than I thought he would. I was a virgin… to most things, really… but it didn’t mean I wanted to stay that way forever. For instance, this I liked very much and if sex was better than this, I was very interested.

“We have to stop,” he said as if the idea broke his heart. I was glad because I was pretty sure it crushed mine.

“Why?” I asked.

He ran a finger along my jawline. “The truth?”

I nodded. Of course—why would I want a lie?

“I’m not sure I can stop if we keep that up,” he said.