Author's Note: LOL, I loved all of the guesses I got for what it was that Casey saw! haha. Some of you got it right. :-) Enjoy this next part, I'm still trying to figure how explicit I want the next part to be ;-) Give me your input please! ;-)
"Derek?" I heard my name.
I looked up and was surprised to see Casey standing there, alone and looking confused. I stood up from where I sat in the sand.
"Hey, Case," I said, brushing the sand off of my pants.
"What…what are you doing here?" she asked, puzzled. She looked around and around, seeing nobody with me. "Where's Barbie?"
I smiled a bit. Leah. Leah was hot, yes, but there was really nothing to her. She practically threw herself at me about three times during the party. Normally, I wouldn't have minded that at all and would have just had a good time with her. But something was different tonight...
I didn't want her.
Whenever I would look at her, with her long blonde hair and the tiny bikini she had on, I would just feel…nothing. Like she was a waste of my time.
Like I was supposed to be with somebody else.
I stared at Casey then. She had on a pair of jean cut-offs and a sweatshirt that was two or three sizes too big. Her feet were bare and she was holding her flip-flops in one hand. Her hair was up in a ponytail but wisps of her dark locks framed her face. She barely had any make-up on. And to me, she looked perfect.
"Derek?" she asked again as I stared at her full, parted lips. She was still waiting for an answer.
I just gave her a small endearing grin. "She doesn't matter to me," I answered her, reaching out and stroking her cheek.
Casey leaned into my touch. Her skin was soft and cool from the night air. "Do I?" she asked softly. Even though she knew the answer.
I nodded, my small grin becoming a bit wider and a bit more genuine. "You matter a lot to me, Case."
She smiled at that and moved in closer, getting rid of the distance between us. I closed my eyes as I felt her lips softly touch my own.
Perfect.
I slithered my arm around her slender waist and she dropped her flip-flops into the sand as both of her arms went around my neck, clasping behind my head.
The kiss started out very innocent and sweet, but as I felt my need for her increase, I tugged her down into the sand with me. She let out a very un-Casey-like giggle as we fell into the sand, which made me laugh.
My hands snuck under the back of her shirt to feel the smooth expanse of her back. Her skin was always so silky and soft. I pulled her up on top of me and her legs moved to either side of my hips. She was now straddling me. I lowered my hands and pulled her toward me even more, never feeling close enough to her.
"I love you," I heard myself moan against her lips. It just flowed out so naturally that it probably surprised me as much it did her.
She disengaged her lips from mine and moved them across my jaw-line, pressing soft Casey kisses against my skin. When she got to my ear, she whispered something that made my heart stop.
"I want you."