The kiss deepened, his tongue seeking entrance, and she opened for him, her mouth moving sensuously against his. A large bow was perched awkwardly on her head, its ends dangling down her back. Dinner’s ready!” she called up the stairs, her voice warm but tinged with nervous energy. “Mom, I’ve never-”
“Shh. His gaze flicked between her face and the ribbons draped across her body, his confusion mingling with something darker, something she couldn’t quite name. “Shh,” she said, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing lightly over his bottom lip. Her heart pounded in her chest as she imagined it: herself, waiting under the tree for him to discover her. She reached for him, her fingers trembling as she guided his length to her entrance. She tried to push it away, tried to focus on something, anything, else, but she couldn’t dislodge it.
