THE SWEET KIND OF WRONG

CHAPTER 9

JANE

I wake up the next morning to a tight grasp around me, I nuzzle my head to someone's chest. I realize that my baby is still by my side, sound asleep. He looks so peaceful and so yummy in his sleep. I rest my chin on his chest and draw circles on his chest. It's funny how I can be comfortable yet so uncomfortable around him, it's really crazy but I like it. He slowly opens his eyes and smiles down at me.

"Morning!" I murmur looking up at him.

"Morning, Sugarplum," he says with his husky voice, kissing my forehead.

We remain silent for a while staring at each other, cuddling.

"So..." he starts. "You're my girlfriend now?" He continues smirking looking down at me, I blush burying my face on his chest.

"What?" He chuckles.

"I-" I start, sitting up, "I've never been a girlfriend before."

"What?" He exclaims. "For real?"

"Yep."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"That's not true," he mutters.

"It's true. You don't believe me?"

"I've never had a girlfriend before too so I think it's fair I believe you."

"Right..." I muse, raising my eyebrow.

"You've done other things right?" He asks.

"No, I mean yes with you only," I mumble my voice barely reaching my own ears.

"Wait!" He quickly sits up straight. "Are you a virgin?"

My cheeks burn, I'm sure I'm a tomato right now, I nod, looking away from him, embarrassed. I don't know why I'm embarrassed, I should be proud, I've reached 18 years yet I've never slept with anyone. I still have my pride and joy.

"No fucking way, Jane," he stammers.

I don't respond, my cheeks become more intense, I can feel them burning from my blushing or should I rather say embarrassment.

Luke touches my chin, making me look at him, I can look in his ocean eyes for the whole eternity, they're so gorgeous. The kind that you'd get lost in every freaking time. My ever so prying eyes move to his pink lips, I so want to ravish him right now until his lips are swollen.

"That's nothing to be embarrassed about, Jane, it's a good thing," he leans in to give me a slow, sensual kiss, my heart skips a beat. He pushes himself to me, causing me to lie on my back, opening my legs for him to get through. I moan against his lips, his one hand slides down from my back to my thigh, caressing it so gentle and squeezing it. His mouth move from my mouth to the crook of my neck, sucking and nibbling my soft skin. His touch just drives me crazy, he drives me crazy, I can never get enough of him, I want him so bad. If his touch can make me surrender myself to him like that, I wonder what else he can do. He knows my body, he knows how to worship it. What more could I ask for?

I feel his fingers stroking my clitoris through my panties, I feel his bulge growing against me.

"Luke." I moan out.

"You're wet."

That's all it takes for my burning heat to increase between my legs. He moves my panties to the side and his fingers open my folds, finding my little hole and teases me there.

"Hmm..." I bite my bottom lip.

My alarm rings bringing us back to reality.

Great!