Page 16 of Another Last Call
I started giggling.
“Ah, shit,” Caleb said, and he laughed as well, the sound of it making something inside me shift.
Fuck. Fuck, I wanted him. I really, really did.
I could almost hear my mom’s voice in my head telling me to not fuck tourists, but I pushed that thought away. Caleb wasn’t a tourist. He wasn’t like the other summer kids. Every summer, he became one of us. I didn’t know how his family had gotten their cabin on the beach, not when all the other lake houses were ritzy, high-end places that were wastefully empty for over half a year. But he’d never gotten along with those kids.
He was different.
The question was whether I could handle him likethat. It had been so long since I’d been with anyone that I was scared I’d be terrible at it. Then again, if anyone would understand, it would be Caleb. Biting my lip, I decided to take the plunge.
“You could make it up to me,” I suggested.
Caleb’s laugh faded. His expression was an echo of when I’d asked him if he’d ever had sex before, though more subdued than the shock he’d shown that night. After a moment where I’m sure he was wondering if he heard me right, the shock was replaced by a wicked smirk.
“Maggie Myers,” he said in that low, panty-dampening voice. “Did you lure me up here just to get in my pants?”
I shrugged, trying to look casual and failing miserably. The corners of my lips turned up as I blushed and looked away, but he didn’t call me out on it.
“You’re the one who asked about orgasms,” I said. “What’s a girl to think?”
I didn’t see him do it, but after a moment, I heard the purposeful clink of a beer bottle being set down on the coffee table.
“So,” he said. “How would I go about making it up to you?”
Licking my lips, I reached forward and set my bottle down next to his. “However you’d like.”
Caleb leaned forward and brought one of his hands up to my face. I shivered inadvertently as he tilted my chin towards him, and he paused.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I was and I wasn’t, but he didn’t need to know that. My amount of certainty had nothing to do with not wanting him, and everything to do with the fact that I hadn’t touched a man in years. Instead of answering, I closed the gap between us, pressing my lips to Caleb’s.
“Yes,” I breathed against his mouth.
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Maggie
ThelasttimeI’dkissed Caleb, he’d been timid and uncertain.
It was a quintessential first kiss. Well, for me. I knew it wasn’t Caleb’s first kiss, but it had been mine. And I’d had all those quintessential first kiss thoughts, like “Wow.”
And “I hope my breath doesn’t smell.”
And “Am I supposed to hold my breath or… okay, he’s breathing, so I should breathe too.”
And the ever-important “I didn’t think it would be sowet.”
It had been a wonderful kiss, honestly, after the first few moments of not knowing what in the hell I was doing. I had liked his tongue and how his breath felt each time it puffed against my lips. And I’d liked the little shivers of arousal, the sparks from where his mouth was touching me. I liked hownewit had all seemed, how both of us were just a little unsure that we were doing it right, but too embarrassed to say anything.
But that wasn’t the case anymore.
This time, Caleb’s mouth captured mine as soon as I kissed him, confident and practiced andeager. His tongue was insistent as it explored my mouth and those little sparks were full-on electricity now.
His hand was still tilting my chin up when he nipped at my bottom lip. Another shiver ran through me and he moved that hand to the back of my head, letting his fingers toy with the hair at the base of my neck as he deepened our kiss. We stayed like that for a while, reacquainting ourselves with the feel of each other’s lips.
Soon, though, Caleb’s hands wandered. His other hand moved up to my shoulder, his palm rough and hot against my skin as he slid it down my bare arm towards my wrist. I loved the roughness of his skin and how it scratched an itch I didn’t know I had, urging up all those little feelings of desire as he touched me.
