21.
I still don't know much about the girl, but I do know this. She can kiss.
No, scratch that. She can kiss me. Anytime she wants. Anywhere she wants.
Except… maybe not in the back of the Newton kid's car. He's pretty shifty and probably jerks off in there. Anyway, I'm not having his pimply self tainting my time with Bella in any way at all. But if she's up to it, there's a pretty sweet BMW that came in the other day. We could play dirty mechanic.
No, not porn. I got that out of a book. I read, people.
Seth insists reading porn is the same as watching it, but anyone with any intelligence knows it isn't the same. Reading is infinitely sexier. I mean seriously—trying not to cringe at overly made-up, surgically enhanced women and terrible acting, versus the freedom to visualize the perfect woman doing the hottest, dirtiest, fucking incredible things to you—there is no comparison.
Just like there is no comparison to feeling Bella's skin against mine, her lips gentle, then demanding, sweet and intoxicating. Her hair is soft, her body yielding.
The rain is washing away reality, and she's Eve in my garden.
The more I take, the more she offers, and the more I hunger. She clutches at my hair, her tongue sensuously advancing and retreating, teasing me and driving me completely insane.
I push her up against a brick pillar and grind against her, desperate to feel more of her softness and heat. I want her to feel how far she's pushed me, simply by being here.
Mentally, I'm already halfway to my bedroom, with her stripped bare in my arms, when she pulls away slightly. I barely know my own name anymore, but I recognize the pain in her sudden gasp.
I don't have it in me to step away completely, so I shift my lower half away, while wrapping my arms around her.
"Did I hurt you?" I ask after a moment, when I've shut down the mental outcry of my protesting erection.
She's quiet and snuggled close, so right now I'm not sure what to think.
"I… No, you didn't, you're… I just…" She stops, draws a deep breath that pushes her gorgeous chest against mine. I rein in my libido. "Someone did. You wanna go back inside? I… I'd like to tell you."
She trusts me. And she'll finally talk. I grab her around the waist and practically run back into the house.