“Oh, God. Fuck. Yes,” I moan wildly, bucking my hips as my pleasure overtakes me.
I slump back against his firm body as I return to myself. My legs feel like jelly; who knew a non-self-induced orgasm could feel that much better.
“Are you okay?” Mateo asks, his finger still softly tracing my pussy.
“More than,” I murmur, still blissed out beyond belief.
“You’re beautiful when you come.”
I pinch my eyes closed and don’t reply, because what do you even say to that? Something tells me thanks is not the correct response.
He withdraws his hand from my panties and spins me to face him. My eyes widen to the size of dinner plates when he sucks his finger—the one that was in me—into his mouth.
“Mmm,” he moans long and low, causing heat to bloom across my cheeks and down my chest. I didn’t realize that was something guys actually did. I thought it only happened in books.
“Oh my God.” I feel like I’ve been thrown into the deep end without knowing how to swim. He’s so much older and more experienced than me. He’s the kind of man who sucks come off of his fingers while I’m the kind of woman who’s never even jacked a guy off.
Embarrassment and worry set in, robbing me of my post-orgasmic happiness. He probably thinks—
“What is wrong?” he asks, derailing my runaway thoughts.
“Nothing. It’s just…” I fumble around for the zipper of my coveralls and tug it up, covering myself from his view. “I don’t do things like this. Ever.”
He cocks his head to the side and studies me. “When you say things like this, you mean what?”
“This!” I shout. “Everything that has happened tonight has been a first for me!”
I see the exact moment when the weight of my words hits him. “¿Tú eres virgen? You are a virgin?”
My embarrassment morphs to shame. What would this gorgeous, experienced man want with me? I probably wouldn’t even know how to please him.
“Seraphine.” He says my name so softly, almost reverently. “Answer me.”
“Everything about tonight” —my voice cracks— “this was my first date. My first orgasm that wasn’t at my own hands. And yes, I am a virgin.”
I expect him to scoff. To laugh. To kick rocks. Instead, he scoops me up bridal-style and holds me close. “You have no idea how happy that makes me, mariposita.”
“Ha-happy?”
He nods, brushing his nose along my temple. “That means, I’ll be all of your firsts.”
Holy whoa. “Those are some mighty big words for a first date,” I say, wondering if he truly means what he’s saying or if it’s some kind of weird bedroom talk.
“If you give me a chance, I’ll show you just how much I mean them.”
“This seems fast,” I hedge, feeling like I’m in a dream, like I’m going to wake up alone in my bed any moment.
“This was two years coming, mariposita.”
“Do you mean that? Truly?”
He carries me out of the paint booth and back over to our pallet, lowering us down in the center. “Con todo mi corazón—with all of my heart.”
I bury my face in his chest and mumble against his thundering heart, “This doesn’t feel real.”
“Then let me show you.”
“Okay, Mateo. Show me.”Chapter Twenty-OneMateoIn the light of morning, everything about last night with Seraphine feels like a dream. From start to finish, every single detail of our date is burned into my brain like a cattle brand.
It will easily go down in the history books as one of the best nights of my life.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand. I grab it and smile when I see a text notification from Seraphine.
Seraphine: Thank you for such an amazing first date.
Me: You’re very welcome. When can I see you again?
Seraphine: Uh… You’ll see me Monday… at work?
Me: Ha ha. When can I take you out again?
Seraphine: OH! *face palm* I feel like an idiot.
Me: I’ll make it all better on our next date.
Seraphine: You will?
Me: Always.
Seraphine: Then that’s my answer, too.
Me: What is?
Seraphine: Always. Whenever you want to take me out, my answer will *always* be yes.
Me: Today?
Seraphine: Okay, I might have lied. I am babysitting Willow today.
Me: Fair enough. Desi has a basketball game on Friday. Come with me and to dinner after?
Seraphine: It’s a date.
She ends her text with a winky-face emoji, which for some reason makes me smile.
I also have a text from Desi checking in. She slept over at a friend’s house last night and wants to know if she can go with her friend’s family to lunch and a movie today. I shoot off a reply telling her it’s cool before kicking off the covers and heading to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee.
While it brews yet another text comes in.
Simon: You free today?
Me: Yeah, why? Truck’s okay?
Simon: Truck is perfect.
Me: What’s up?
Simon: Wanted to see if you wanted to meet up for brunch?