Page 8 of Here You Are

As he was talking to me, he had backed me up to the point that my butt was leaning on the kitchen counter. He was inches away from me, and I was so turned on that my body was making all kinds of involuntary gasps and groans.

“I don’t want to play cards,” I said under my breath.

He bent down toward me, our lips inches apart, and said, “Tell me what you want to do.”

“I want to pick up where we left off,” I said back, not completely comfortable verbalizing what I wanted to do and hoping my body would take over communicating my needs. I am not a super tiny girl, so when he grabbed my thighs and lifted me onto the counter, I was a goner.

His lips came closer to mine, to the point where our breaths were mingling, and he said, “Let me see if I can remember where we were.”

Our mouths crashed together. My fingers were running through his hair and down his arms. His hands were running up my sides and down my thighs. He pulled back slightly to take his glasses off, setting them on the kitchen counter, and looked deep into my eyes. I couldn’t help but notice how different he looked without his glasses. I always thought he was attractive, but he looked gorgeous. I pushed him back slightly to take a good look at the whole package.

“Wow, you look so different without your glasses,” I murmured, enjoying the view.

“You also look different without my glasses because I can barely see,” he teased.

He pulled me back in for a kiss and then paused and said, “I’m happy to just kiss you and be able to touch you. Don’t think I came over here expecting sex.” He kissed me softly on the lips. “I just had to touch you. That's all I have been thinking about.”

“I don’t have sex on the first date,” I said back to him.

He gave me a goofy grin and said, “This is not our first date.”

“You’re right,” I replied while I pushed him back slightly so I could slide down off the counter. I grabbed his hand and walked him over to the living room. I pushed him down on the couch and sat on his lap, straddling him. His hands came up my thighs and landed on my ass.

“Aren’t you glad?” I said, pulling him back to my mouth.

Luke started kissing down my neck and gently pulled the collar of my shirt aside, moving his attention down the center of my chest. I stopped him and pulled my shirt off over my head, leaving me in my bra and jean shorts. He paused for a second to look me over, before continuing his journey down my chest. I slid my hands under the bottom of his shirt, exploring the warmth of his skin as I moved my hands up his chest. I pulled his shirt over his head and leaned in, pressing kisses along his neck and chest.

He stopped me. “Cassie, I don’t know where this is going, and I don’t want to assume anything, but I wasn’t planning to come here and have sex with you. I didn’t bring a condom, so I think we’d better stop before this goes too much farther.”

“I have condoms,” I replied, moving back toward him as I continued to kiss down his chest.

He let out a strangled, sexy groan. “I’m really trying to be a respectable guy here.”

“Luke, I want this. Do you want this? If you don’t, we will stop.”

“I want it. You have no idea.”

I stood up and grabbed his hand. I led him to my bedroom. He stopped and turned to close the door while I walked over to my nightstand to grab a condom. I set it on the bed and sat down.

Shirtless and glasses-less, Luke smiled at me and walked over to the bed. It was dusk outside, so the room was bright enough for us to see each other, but also dim enough that I didn’t feel self-conscious. Also, because I knew he could barely see without his glasses, which had been abandoned in the kitchen. He leaned down to kiss me and then climbed on top of me, pushing me down onto the bed. We kissed, teasing our tongues against each other, while he ran his hands down over my bra. He reached behind my back to unclasp my bra, and after a minor struggle, he succeeded. He slowly slid the straps down my arms and then threw it onto the floor. He stood up, unbuttoned my shorts, and slid them down my legs.

“You’re gorgeous. I can’t believe I get to see you like this,” he breathed as he looked up and down my body.

He pulled his jeans off, and we were both left in just our underwear.

“Let me see you,” I said.

I saw him take a deep breath and push his boxers down to the floor. He walked toward the end of the bed fully naked and said, “Your turn.”

He reached down to the sides of my underwear to pull them off. I lifted off the bed slightly to help him, while he slowly dragged them down my legs. I lay there, fully naked and exposed to him. I didn’t feel anything except the need for him to be on my body. I reached for his hip and pulled him down on top of me. We came together and continued to touch and kiss and rub against each other. I felt him reach over to the nightstand to grab the condom as we continued to kiss. He paused our kiss long enough to put on the condom. He reached down between my legs and started to tease me with his fingers. I reached for him and pulled him closer.

“Now, Luke. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

I felt him nudge up to my entrance and slowly sink into me. He let out a breathy groan and paused. I started to grind my body against him, encouraging him to start moving, which he slowly did. Soon, our hips were moving in rhythm. It felt familiar, like our bodies were meant to be doing this together.

When he finished, we both took awkward little bathroom breaks to clean up and met back in bed. He pulled me into his chest and laughingly said, “Now we can go play cards.

Dates four, five, six, seven, and eight were more of the same. Spending time with each other at one of our places, watching our favorite shows together, cooking, playing board games, and having a lot of sex. My attraction to him was on fire, and I couldn’t get enough. Apparently, neither could he because it was usually the first thing on our to-do list once one of us walked in the door.