Chapter 48

McKayla and I stood under the moonlight and stared into each other's eyes for a long moment. My heart raced. She took the wine glass from my hand and set it on the rail.

My palms began to sweat. I had to remind myself to breathe.

Her hands caressed my face, her soft skin brushing against my cheeks.

She pulled me to her. I opened my mouth.

Our kiss wasn't desperate or hard.

It was soft and sensual. Her lips lingered on mine. I found myself lifted up on my toes trying to match her height.

Once again my body was paralysed as McKayla kissed me again and again. Featherlight kisses. Every part of me began to tingle.

"Is this what you want?" she asked softly.

"Yes," I whispered.

"How far do you want to go?"

"I'll do anything you want," I replied immediately, desire clouding my judgment. "I just need to be with you."

If I had said that to a guy, I'm pretty sure it would have been straight to third base and a two-minute fuck right then. Instead, McKayla pulled me close to her. Our bodies pressed together.

Her hands ran through my hair. Her skin was so soft. All I could do was fall into her arms.

We held each other for an eternity. I was in heaven. Her touch was firm, but gentle at the same time. Our lips would meet, but there was no urgency. I explored her neck and ear with soft kisses.

She moaned and dug her fingernails into my back when I hit one of those sensitive spots just right.

Then she returned the favour tenfold. My knees went weak as her lips tugged on my earlobes. I pushed my body closer to her as she continued under my ear and down towards my collarbone.

One of her hands brushed my breast. I moaned with anticipation, but instead she pulled at my collar, exposing my throat. McKayla's lips made my skin crawl.

She left a trail of wet, sloppy kisses along the crook of my neck. My body burned with desire.

"Let's go inside," McKayla whispered, taking my hand.

I followed her blindly. At that moment, I would have gone with her anywhere.

We ended up in her spacious living room. Falling on to her plush sofa, we held each other. Her kisses were so wonderful, so tender, I believed I would never tire of them. McKayla pressed forward, her weight causing me to lean back.

She was almost on top of me when I pulled away and pushed her so we were both sitting up, facing each other. There was a hesitant look in her eyes. Hesitant and momentarily fearful.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room were our ragged breaths.

"Do you really want to do this?" I asked softly.

"Yes, Paige," she replied. My pulse raced even faster as she said my name. "This is what I want."

"Are you sure? I'm not asking you to commit to spending the rest of your life with me ... or even a week." My hand lifted her chin so she was looking me squarely in the eyes. "But I ... I don't want to be just a fling for you."

She smiled gently at me. What appeared to be relief washed over her.

"I'll try," McKayla promised. "I swear to God I will."

With that, my arms wrapped around her neck and I pulled her close to me. I leaned back, pulling her down with me. I could have lay with her on that couch for hours.

There was no hurry. We explored each other slowly. Deliberately. My hands caressed her body. I felt her breasts against me. Her long hair tickled my face.

She made no move to undress me there. We just kissed and held each other for a long, long time.

"I love your lips, Paige," McKayla said.

"I love hearing you say my name," I whispered back, pulling her in for another kiss.

"Can I take you to my bed?" she asked, sitting up.

All I could do was nod.

She stood and pulled me to my feet and led me to the back of her house. Along the way she flipped out all the lights, but the moonlight was enough to see by. The big bay window in her bedroom was open. The stars reflected off the water into her room.