I’m losing this battle between us. My palms find her face, delicately cradling her. I could stare at her round eyes, so full of innocence, and parted pink lips for hours.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

A sweet smile curls her lips up. “So are you.”

I’ve been called a lot of things, but never beautiful. This amuses me. My heart thunders in my chest, aching and yearning to get swallowed up in this girl.

“Can I kiss you, sweetheart? I promise not to bite. At least not this time.”

She nods, eyes twinkling with wonder. I tilt her head up, angling her so I can dip down and capture her mouth with mine. Earlier, I’d been given the slightest tease of her lips before we were interrupted. Now, I get to finally partake in this forbidden fruit.

A soft moan escapes her when my tongue plunders into her mouth, seeking hers. She tastes like chocolate milkshake and it’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever had. I devour her mouth, hungrily sucking and teasing her tongue. I consume every whimper and moan. It’s safer if I keep my palms on her face, but it soon feels like torture not being able to touch her.

Pulling back, I meet her lust-filled stare and admire her swollen lips still wet from our frantic kiss. I want to see her like this but naked and spread out before me in bed. I need to see the way her eyes roll back as I take her sweet cunt in my mouth, driving her to new heights with my tongue.

“What?” she rasps, eyes hooded. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” I growl with more force than necessary. “You’re so fucking perfect it does my head in.”

“I’m not perfect.”

“To me, you are.” I rest my forehead to hers. “May I touch you?”

“Y-Yes.”

I slide a hand inside her blanket and groan when my palm finds silky bare flesh on her thigh. Her leg is smooth, freshly shaved, and I want to run my tongue along every inch.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I remind her, but neither of us is listening.

“No one knows. It’s our secret.”

Fuck.

For such a good girl, she really feeds my bad side.

I slide my palm higher until I find the hem of her shorts. I run my thumb beneath the material. My dick twitches when she whimpers. I’ve barely touched her and she’s melting.

“I’m not some sick fuck who preys on young women,” I tell her. I’m not my father. “I don’t do this. Ever. There’s just something about you, Willa. I can’t get you out of my head. I don’t want to.”

“You’re a good guy,” she assures me. “I know this is something special.”