Page 63 of The Lucky One
I wouldn’t be entirely reckless though. “Do you have a condom?”
“I do, but what about your rules?”
“Screw the rules, we’ll be fine.”
We swam back to shore and kept kissing as we got out of the lake. He pulled away to scrounge in his pants pockets and came up with a slim square packet. We kissed all the way to the car. Inside, he turned on the heater and navigated me to lie in the back seat. The space was tight but my mind was burning from his hands all over my body, ready to feel him so close, I wanted to cry with happiness.
He ripped open the silver packet and put on the condom, impatience written all over his face. Then he leaned over me. “You sure?”
I nodded hysterically. “Yes,” I half moaned.
He kissed me again, and then without another warning, slid into me. I let out a gasp as a sharp pain shot through my abdomen.
“You okay?” Jon pulled out in a heartbeat and looked at me with worry.
“I... It hurts.”
His face went pale. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, I forgot this is only your second time.”
“Is that normal?” I was confused. Why was it still painful?
“I don’t know.” His cheeks reddened.
“Oh...” I let go of him. He had probably taken Kiki’s virginity too—and god knows who else. My body suddenly cramped together.
“Little German, no.”
“What?” I said, looking to the side.
Jon took my face in his palms. “I know exactly what your brain is doing right now. But I’m in love with you, not anyone else. Just you.”
I smiled, and my mood was back up. I didn’t just want to have sex with him; I wanted to make love to him. “I’m in love with you too.”
He looked at me with dreamy eyes and caressed my face. “Do you want to stop?”
I shook my head. “No. I want this.”
Jon outlined my lips with his finger. “I’ll be more careful. Okay?”
I nodded, and Jon did as he promised, planting soft kisses all over my collarbone and nibbling at the skin of my neck, rubbing me with his fingers until my body relaxed again. My moans doubled, tripled, and all of a sudden it was only him and I and the heater blasting. He moved back up to kiss my lips, and slowly he glided into me, looking at my face for confirmation with every movement. This time it hurt less, and with each careful thrust, he went in deeper until the pain was exchanged with a new feeling in my chest. A time-stopping feeling of power, almost magical, that made me fall in love with him even more. It felt good... no, not just good, tremendous. Adrenaline—like we were onstage. Just that we didn’t perform for an audience: only for one another.
The realization hit me. I hadn’t only broken one rule tonight—I had broken all of them.
#1: I was high. High on love and adrenaline.
#2: I had sex with Jon.
#3: I told Gena I was at Tim’s—not at a deserted lake in the middle of nowhere.
Oh, and I was supposed to be home ten minutes ago.
I tried to feel guilty but I couldn’t—not when breaking the rules made me this happy.
Jon zoomed through the streets. When we pulled into the driveway of the Shields’ house, I hated that I had to leave his side. “I don’t want to go in,” I said. My hair was only halfway dry, all curly and wild.
“I know.” Jon grabbed my hand from my lap. “You have no idea how little I want to let you go in there either.”
For a moment we just looked at each other, as if we had all the time in the world. Then Jon said something that made the moment even more perfect. “Let’s go on that double date with Danielle and Timo.”