I stammer in his magnificence. “I’m fine. It was just… a splash.”
I’m a dork. I’ve got zero game and I don’t care. Take me, now. I’m ready.
He smiles and runs his finger down my nose. “We can’t have anything happen to these eyes. They’re the prettiest I’ve ever seen.”
My breath hitches and my puckered nipples grow painfully tight. This is unbelievable. He’s flirting with me. Dr. Calvin Young is flirting with me.
Keep it together, Tess. Don’t you dare cry again.
“I’m okay.” The butterflies break free and tickle my throat.
“Will you sit with me? I was about to watch the sunset. We haven’t missed it.” He points at the orange-pink sky and offers his hand.
I stifle a gasp. “Sunset?”
He wants to watch the sunset with me?
I give him my trembling hand and let him lead me to his place in the sand. He’s so beautiful, my heart aches to feel his lips on mine. My body yearns to feel his hands explore every inch of my skin. I’ve waited so long. Everyone I know has been having sex for years and I’ve held out like a nun for this man alone. I’m too close now. One sexy move and I’ll explode.
When we sit, his eyes sparkle as a smile slowly forms on his chiseled face. “You don’t have to be nervous. I promise, I’m not crazy.” That’s an odd thing to say, but I’m too overjoyed to consider its meaning.
“I saw you today. I was on the other side of the glass at the coffeehouse.” He kisses my hand.
Jesus Christ, kill me.
Seven
Calvin
Her face pales and her shoulders slump forward. I embarrassed her. Of course, I did. Why did I say that? I didn’t mean to make her feel bad. It was fucking adorable. How else would she know I’d seen her before?
“Please, don’t feel bad. I’m the one who should have given you privacy. But I couldn’t. I felt star-struck. I couldn’t bring myself to turn away. When you ran, I chased after you. I wanted to apologize and ask you out for tonight. You don’t know how badly... how much I hoped to see you again.” I stare at her hands as I speak.
She’s so lovely. I’m too overcome to look directly into her face. My heart feels too full. Precious blood has left my brain and traveled south, thickening my cock to obscene lengths. With any luck, these shorts are loose enough not to give away the farm. I’d hate to frighten her away.
“This might sound silly, but I had a feeling you’d be here.” She bites into her plump lip as her eyes grow wide. When she tries to speak again, a lone tear streams down her flushed cheek.
This is wild. I’m not sure I truly believed in fate until now.
“You came looking for me?” My heart wants to fly out of my chest. She’s an angel sent from heaven.
Her tiny nod is almost imperceptible. Her sweet voice is hardly audible. “I waited for you.” She sniffles and casts her misty eyes towards the setting sun. The angle of her face. The line of her nose. Her long lashes batting with nervous tension. And those warm honey eyes that haunt me like a dream. She’s so familiar.
Did I dream of her?
Where did this girl come from? This isn’t love at first sight. She’s too familiar. Perhaps we met in another life. For fuck’s sake, I can’t believe this is happening. I don’t believe in any of these things and yet suddenly, it all feels plausible.
“It’s beautiful.” Her tear-filled eyes drift to mine and then return to the horizon. I’m speechless. Who cries with a sunset? Her sweet ways slay my bitter soul. Her palpable innocence breaks my heart. She’s a vision too beautiful to take in at once, and my sputtering heart only wants more. If she’ll have me, I’ll happily drown in this girl for the rest of my life.
“It is.” I mumble. But I have no interest in the setting sun. I can’t take my eyes off the wonder of nature sitting next to me. She’s lovelier than a thousand sunsets, and I need to do or say something to make this last. To make this real.
I asked God to bring her to me and he answered my prayers. I’ve never been a believer. Not totally. Maybe never. But this girl has made me one today.
If something inexplicably drew her to me. If she waited for me the way I waited for her, then this is bigger than both of us. I’m not sitting on my hands. Love is for the brave. Love is for men of action. I don’t care if I humiliate myself. This girl makes me feel alive. She’s awakened my heart and I won’t let it fall asleep again.
Without giving much thought on smoothness or execution, I pull her into my lap, wind my arms around her narrow waist and crush my mouth to hers. She gasps, whimpers and with a sweet smile, melts into my arms. Her lips are slick and taste like cherry. Her mouth feels fresh and naïve. She doesn’t know how to kiss and for some reason, that makes me so fucking hard I fear my rigid cock will tear a hole through these trunks.
She’s divine innocence wrapped in curious anticipation. She wages no struggle. No fight or hesitation. When my tongue pushes into her mouth, a deep moan escapes her lips and sparks a lust that ignites a fiery blaze only eclipsed by the sun fading in the west. The soft hum that follows each kiss, the taste of her breath and the warmth of her skin crumble one wall after the next. I can’t defend my heart against this girl. Primal love has made me helpless and I eagerly surrender to it.
Desperate with desire, my hands fall to the round curve of her ass and dig into her supple flesh. I lose myself in her kiss as my mind spins with avarice and I claim this perfect ass as my own. No one else will ever touch it.
It’s mine. She’s mine.
The thought of claiming her here and now fills me with a ravenous hunger I’ll never sate. Everything is happening too fast, but I don’t care. I don’t even know her name, and I’m ready to make love to the first and last woman I’ll ever love.
She gazes lovingly into my eyes and whimpers as her arms encircle my neck and her body seeks my warmth. As I draw her closer, her skin turns to gooseflesh. Her hard nipples, visible through the thin wet fabric of her white top, grow harder as her chest grazes mine. My ragged breath falters with every touch.
I’m in awe of this beautiful girl. She feels unthinkably innocent, but her craving matches my own. With every kiss, she pushes me to take another step. Wherever my hands roam, she accepts. Whatever I give her, she takes and astounds me with her lust. Her moans grow louder as she grinds into my lap, sending me into heaven when her bikini-clad pussy rubs against the steel pipe in my shorts. Fearing I’ll scare her, I stifle a growl and hold back from throwing her down on the sand.
But I won’t last long.
Through kisses and moans, her soft voice emerges. My angel finally speaks. “I love you... Dr. Young... I’ve always loved you.”
My heart sputters and crashes. She knows me? How does she know my name? Dr. Young? Oh my God, was she a patient?
I lose touch with so many after they’ve outgrown a pediatrician. Horrified, I pull away as shame devours me. “Dr. Young? Sweetheart, was I your doctor?”
Her expression darkens as her puffy lips quiver with sadness. “You don’t know me? Why are you kissing me if you don’t know me?”