Page 45 of Like You Know
After another long silence during which I locked all that emotion crap down, I turned to face him.
“Let’s go for a drive. I have a spot I want to show you.” I stood up and pulled on his arm, ready for another distraction.
We got back on the motorbike, Jet driving this time. I hugged him close and leaned into the bends in the road as we headed up the hill. I navigated by pointing. We flew past the concealed turnoff and had to double back, but then we rode up the bumpy dirt road to the lookout.
“Wow!” Jet took a deep breath as we walked closer to the edge of the cliff, hand in hand. It was the kind of lung-expanding, life-affirming breath you couldn’t avoid taking when coming face-to-face with a spectacular view.
There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky, and the blue stretched out before us infinitely, the California landscape and Devilbend baking in the sun below.
“Absolutely stunning.” Jet wrapped an arm around my middle and pulled me close.
“If you crack a joke about how the view is all right too, I’m going to dick-punch you,” I warned.
His shoulders shook as he laughed. “I thought you liked all that romantic stuff from your books.”
“You know what’s romantic? Finding a unique way to express your feelings that’s specific to the person you’re with. You know what’s not romantic? Clichés.”
“Personalize the compliments. Got it.”
I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Your eyes are practically sparkling. It’s fucking enchanting, since they’re so dark most of the time.”
“Thanks?” He struggled to keep the mirth off his face, his dimples flashing.
I wanted to reply with something witty and flirty, but I was genuinely mesmerized by his eyes. The clear blue sky and the bright sunshine made them look amazing—as if I could dive into their sparkling depths and all my worries would be soothed away.
I lifted onto my tippy toes and kissed him instead. He held me a little tighter as we kissed languidly, getting lost in each other.
It didn’t take long for a tingle to build between my legs, that warm, pressured feeling of arousal. I hadn’t hooked up with anyone since before our spring break trip, probably longer, and I was horny AF. And despite my valiant efforts, Jet just wasn’t getting into my pants.
To be fair, we hadn’t had many opportunities to really make magic happen, but the few times we had been alone long enough, he’d stopped before things got to third base. He insisted he wanted to take things slow. I would’ve started to feel rejected all over again if I couldn’t feel the rock-hard evidence of his arousal anytime I so much as brushed against him. He clearly wanted me, and he wasn’t shy about showing me care and affection in a nonsexual way.
So I did my best to respect his boundaries and not pressure him, but man, I was starting to get serious blueballitis here. There were only so many nights in a row a girl could get off with her own hand before she needed someone else’s touch.
Just the thought of Jet’s touch between my legs kicked my arousal up another few notches. I moaned lightly into his mouth and rolled my hips against his. His hands tightened on my back and then dropped to my hips.
As predicted, he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against mine, both of us breathing hard.
“We should slow down,” he whispered.
“Why?” I breathed.
“Anyone could come up that road at any second.”
“No one ever comes up here,” I argued.
“Still ...”
I shook my head a little to clear it and leaned back to look at him properly. “Do you ... not want to?”
“Of course I want to,” he declared with so much conviction it took me a little aback. “I want you so badly it’s scary, Amaya.”
I bit my lip and smiled. “OK, well, I want you too. So why do you keep pulling back? Are you scared? Have you never ...”
“Hah!” He threw his head back and laughed. “It’s not that. I’m ...” He rubbed the back of his head, looking embarrassed for a moment. “I’m more experienced than I care to admit.”
“OK ...” I waited for him to elaborate. I didn’t really care that he’d been with others before—so had I. Jealousy was such a pointless emotion.
“I just don’t want to move too fast. I don’t want you to feel pressured or ... anything.”