Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
I take a deep breath and turn at the same time his hands come up and wrap around the sides of my neck. I forget to breathe in this moment. “Can I kiss you?”
“Carter...” I start, knowing what my answer should be.
“Don’t tell me no. Just a kiss. I just... It’s going to sound ridiculous.”
I turn my head to the side and look up at his face. It’s dark, and the hat on his head gives even more shadows to his face. I have no idea what he’s thinking right now. “What is it? Tell me.”
“It’s all I’ve thought about since I met you at the co-op. I want to know what it’s like to kiss you.”
I gasp and almost immediately feel inadequate. “I’m not a good kisser, Carter. It’s not like I’ve had a lot of practice.”
Even admitting that in the dark, where there’s no way he can see my face, I can feel myself turning red. His hands tighten, locking together at the base of my neck. “That’s good. I know it’s not fair or right, but I don’t like to think of you practicing with someone else. Let me teach you.”
I wait half a second and nod. He doesn’t waste any time as he moves his hands from my neck to cup my face. I freeze in anticipation, waiting for him to make the next move. I can feel his warm breath against my cheek and then his lips press to mine. I don’t do anything. I don’t dare move a muscle because the feel of his soft, firm lips against mine is way more than I could have imagined. He pulls away, and I whimper, not wanting it to be over.
He grunts to me, “Open your mouth, Janie.”
He doesn’t give me time to respond; he meshes his lips to mine again, and it’s hotter, stronger and almost makes me delirious this time. I gasp, and he doesn’t hesitate. He uses my shock to get closer to me, pressing his tongue into my mouth. My eyes pop open, but he doesn’t stop. I may not know what to do, but I just let myself go and enjoy it. His mouth fits perfectly over mine, and the way he’s holding me tight against his body, I can feel everywhere he’s hard and I’m soft. Hard... his hips are against mine, and there’s no denying the big bulge that is pressing into my belly. I pull away, panting and trying to catch my breath.
“Carter...” I start, not knowing what to say. Do I apologize or act like I didn’t notice?
“Janie, I’m sorry. I’ve never had that reaction before... not that strong... not just from a kiss.”
Just a kiss, he said. My goodness, if that was just a kiss, I couldn’t imagine what would come next. “I’m sorry... I didn’t know.”
He grabs on to my hand. “Honey, you definitely don’t need lessons.”
My nipples are tight, my breasts heavy, and I swear I can feel warmth between my thighs.
His voice is almost urgent. “Go inside, honey. Go in.”
“But... are you okay?”
He’s a little bent over, and he’s talking in a voice that is a pitch higher than normal. “I’m fine. Go in. I can’t explain it now, but I will on Tuesday.”
I start to walk past him but stop. I hate leaving him like this. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Frustrated, he sighs. “Janie, you have three seconds to put a door between us or I’m going to show you exactly how hot and bothered I am from little kiss you gave me.”
A part of me wants to defy him and experience exactly what he’s warning me about, but I know I shouldn’t. I can’t change all my ideals about sex after marriage after one kiss. “I’ll see you Tuesday.”
I all but skip past him and in the door. I’m breathless as I walk in, and my father is sitting in the living room with the television as the only light.
He peers at me over his glasses. “Janie, is everything okay?”
I do my best to sound calm. “Yeah, Dad. Everything’s fine.”
“Was that Carter Grant that brought you home from church?”
He knows it was. I told him before I left the church that Carter was going to bring me home. I wrap my hands together in front of me and wait for the speech. I know he has an opinion on how old Carter is, and I’m sure it’s obvious how much more experienced he is then me. “Yes, Dad. We’ve been sitting on the porch talking.”
He harumphs, and I know he knows that we did more than talking. “Okay, Janie. All I’m saying is your mother and I raised you to know the difference between right and wrong. Carter’s a good man... but I’m not sure he’s the settling down type. Just be careful, okay?”