“That’s a classic.” My voice came out strained. I cleared my throat.

She laughed. “The first time I saw the not-for-TV version I was pretty shocked.”

I wrapped my arms around her. “Or just pretty.”

The corners of her mouth quirked up.

Taking that as all the invitation I needed, I turned her, our lips meeting like we’d both been playing it cool throughout the whole movie. Her hands were in my hair and mine were in hers.

She held onto me like she never wanted to let go.

Good, because I didn’t want to either. I delved deeper into her mouth. Her lips were so soft, and they tasted like a home-cooked meal and a decadent dessert all in one. I wanted to relish each moan and gasp. The nibbles of her teeth on my lip sent maddening sparks of need rocketing through me.

It was too much.

She was too much.

I broke our kiss that might’ve been going on for five minutes or the last hour. Panting, I rested my forehead against hers before dropping kisses along her cheek and down to her neck, running my lips along her shoulder, tugging at the wide neck of her shirt to give me full access.

She shuddered in my lap and I smiled against her skin.

“I’ve been waiting to do that since I showed up.”

“What took you so long?” Her voice was shaky and breathy, the kind I could imagine her using while laying against my chest with sex-messy hair, coated in sweat, as we both stared up at the ceiling, sex-satisfied. “Was that making out?”

I shook my head.

Her fingers tickled against my stomach, palms resting just under my ribs. Under my shirt. Against my skin. She looked at me expectantly. Her eyes hooded with desire.

I licked my lips. My dick was on board with the sex plan, but my head and heart threw on the brakes.

Whether or not it was her first time, I wanted our first time to be special. I wanted rose petals, good music, the perfect atmosphere to make it a night she’d never forget. Not quick and dirty on the couch with some guy from high school.

I took her hands from under my shirt and put them back on my chest.

Her head tilted to the side like a confused puppy. “But I thought…don’t you…” She ducked her head.

“Of course I do, Bay. More than anything, I want to push you back on this couch, shove the skirt up over your ass, grab the condom out of my wallet and make you scream my name.”

Her head popped up with eyes wide. A hint of fear flashed across her gaze.

And that’s when I knew I had to do the hardest thing I’d ever done. I had to leave before I did something I’d want to beat the shit out of myself for even thinking.

With the backs of my fingers running along her jaw, I pulled her closer, kissing her again. My body hummed, so ready to unleash every bit of my skill on her. The ticking clock hanging over our heads competed with the desire to make this perfect. Channeling all the demands my body was making on me to lick my way up her body, I deepened the kiss, stealing away her breath.