“May I?” he asks, his eyes hopeful.
Cupping his cheek in my hand, I push up until our lips are molded together. I can taste myself on his lips and it’s surprisingly erotic. “I’ve already given myself to you, Devin, you just didn’t know it. This … this wraps it all up in a nice little bow.”
He nips at my lower lip. “I like bows.” He smiles, kissing me once … twice … and a third time before pulling back. With a quick motion, he tears open a wrapper, and without breaking eye contact, he slowly unrolls the condom over his erection, which is bobbing heavily between his legs.
My tongue darts out, sliding across my lips, parting them as Devin’s mouth fuses to mine. This kiss is sweet, slow and incredibly sensual. It’s not the kiss of two young lovers; it’s the kiss of two soul mates exploring each other for the very first time. We kiss until my lips are numb and my body is thrumming with so much energy that I think I might go insane.
Pulling his mouth from mine, Devin props himself up on his forearms, my head cradled in his hands, his cock nestled between my legs. If he doesn’t do this soon, I just might scream. “I love you, Katie.”
His words wrap themselves around my heart, which suddenly feels too large for my chest, and I fight the pressure building behind my eyes. “I love you more.”
“Impossible.” He smiles, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I’ll be gentle, baby, I promise.” I nod and Devin slips his hand between our bodies, aligning himself at my entrance. “If it’s too much or it hurts, tell me, okay?”
“Okay.” Running a hand along his neck, I thread my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and tug him toward me while simultaneously shoving my hips upward. His warm, sweet breath fans across my face as he slides into me for the first time. A tiny surge of pain rips through me, but it’s quickly replaced with even greater pleasure.
I arch my back, pressing my body into his, our hips rocking in perfect rhythm as I try desperately to remember every single detail. Devin’s body is as hard as a rock, his muscles flexing and bending under the weight of my hands. I can feel his heart beating wildly inside of his chest, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s doing the same thing … memorizing this … memorizing me.
“Katie,” he growls, burying his face in my neck. “I’m not going to last long. This—too much,” he pants, thrusting into me one last time before his body goes rigid above mine. His eyes close and a strangled moan rumbles from his chest. He rocks into me several more times, riding out the wave of his orgasm, and my arms lock around his shoulders, holding him to me.
“That was amazing.” My fingers trail up and down his back, and I feel him smile against my neck.
“Amazing?” he chuckles. “I was going for earth-shattering … life-altering … mind-blowing—”
“Trust me,” I mumble, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. “It was all of those things too.”
“Oh yeah?” He pushes up, his eyes smiling along with his mouth. I love seeing him smile, happy and carefree.
“Yeah. I don’t want to move.”
“So don’t,” he says, rolling us over so I’m draped across his chest. “Let’s stay here, right like this.”
“Forever.” Curling my body around his, I take a deep, sated breath, loving the blissful state I seem to have found myself in. Closing my eyes, I listen to the beat of Devin’s heart as it plays me the sweetest lullaby.
A loud knock startles me awake and I blink heavily. Lifting my head, I find Devin rubbing his eyes and I realize that we must have dozed off.
“Hi.” His voice is husky from sleep and a grin pulls at the corner of my mouth.
“Hi,” I whisper. A loud knock sounds again and we both turn our heads toward the door.
“Please tell me you locked your front door.”
“Of course.” He kisses my nose and rolls off the bed, and I instantly miss the feel of his body against mine. “I locked the bedroom door too, just in case.”
“You know,” I say, smiling wryly. “We could just cancel the party and stay here.” Devin jumps on the bed, bouncing my body, and I giggle when he peppers kisses down my neck.
“I like the way your mind works, but we have about thirty people who won’t hesitate to smash through my front door.”
“Remind me again why you decided to have a party tonight?”
“Because my mom is gone for the night, Chris’s brother bought us a keg of beer, and who else is going to give the preppy kids somewhere to let loose and disobey their families?”
“Fine,” I surrender, flopping my arms out to the side. “Let’s go get our party on. Just promise me that you won’t invite Marybeth to the next party you have.” My lips curl as though I just smelled something bad and Devin smiles, only this time his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. Instead, it fades as though he just realized something.
“What’s wrong?” Sitting up, I wrap the sheet around my chest.
Devin slides off the bed, grabs his boxers and jeans off the floor, and tugs them on without saying a word. My stomach churns at the forlorn look on his face, and I scramble from the bed, moving close to him.
“Devin, what’s wrong?” My mind races with an endless amount of possibilities as to why he suddenly looks so defeated. Did he not enjoy what we shared? Did I somehow disappoint him?
“Shit,” he hisses, stepping away from me. My arms hang limp at my sides as I watch and wait for him to say whatever it is that’s on his mind. “I was trying to tell you something before”—he waves his hand absently at the bed—“before …”
“Before we made love,” I state, stepping in front of him. He must catch the look of anxiety on my face because his eyes soften and he blows out a long breath. Reaching out, he hooks his arm around my shoulders and pulls me against his chest.
“I was trying to tell you something and I didn’t get a chance to, and it’s big, Katie. I wanted to tell you before we—”
I laugh. “Made love. Come on, Devin, it’s not that hard to say.”
“It makes me sound like a pussy.” I giggle against his chest and he mumbles a curse. “Fine. I wanted to tell you before we made love, because it’s important.”
“Okay.” Pulling out of his arms, I give him a curious glance. “So tell me now.”
Gripping my shoulders, Devin nudges me back on the bed before wiping his hands on the front of his jeans. “Okay. There’s no easy way to say this, so I’m just going to say it.”
“Devin, you’re scaring me.”
“We’re moving, Katie. Mom and I are moving.”
My brows furrow as my mind works to process what he just said. “You’re moving? Like to the country, or across town?”
Devin’s face falls and he shakes his head. My chest constricts painfully. “Pennsylvania.”
“What?” Jumping from the bed, I shake my head as my throat starts to clog. “What do you mean you’re moving to Pennsylvania? Y-you can’t move.” Clutching my hand above my heart, I rub absently over a dull ache. “She can’t just up and move. W-why would she do that? What’s in Pennsylvania?”
My chin trembling causes my lips to tilt downward, and I spin away, trying to maintain some sort of composure. Devin’s hand snaps out, grabbing my arm. He tugs until my back is pressed against his chest, and then he wraps his arms around me and props his head on my shoulder. “I hate this, Kit Kat.” A sob tears from my throat at his use of the nickname he gave me in elementary school. Tears roll down my face and I reach up to wipe them away. “Trust me, the thought of leaving here—of leaving you—rips my heart out, and if there was any way for me to stay, I would.”
My mind races with solutions, because he can’t leave. He’s my best friend … he’s the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. “What about Chris?” Turning in his arms, I rest my hands against his chest. Chris is Devin’s best friend, and Chris’s parents love Dev. “I’m sure his parents would let you stay and finish out the year, and—” My words die off in my throat when Devin shakes his head. “Why not?”