Far From Home by Megan Nugen Isbell Read Free Book Online Page B

putting my clothes back on and as I was clasping my bra, I turned my head to glance at him.  He was propped up on his elbow, watching me, a satisfied smile spread across his face. 
    “You’re blushing,” he said, sitting up and inching behind me as he wrapped his arms around my waist.  His body was warm and I nuzzled into his protective embrace.  It felt so right and I would’ve given anything if we could just stay in the moment forever.  He began tracing his fingertip along my shoulder before kissing it softly.  “I love you,” he said before kissing me again. “Are you okay?” His soft voice was laced with concern.
    “Couldn’t be better,” I said, turning my body to face him.  He leaned back onto the blanket, pulling me on top of him.  My dark hair hung down on his chest and his arms clasped tightly around my waist. 
    “You are so beautiful.”  His hand carefully reached up and stroked my hair.
    “You always make me feel like I’m the most important person in the world.”
    “That’s because you are.”
    I felt my eyes growing warm and I laid my head on his chest as his fingers continued to trace lines up and down my back.  We stayed like that for a long time, not saying a word, until I finally rolled over and laid in his arms as we looked up into the night sky.  It couldn’t have been more perfect and I was glad we had waited to share this.  This is the way it should’ve been the first time.  This is who it should’ve been with the first time. But, like Jesse said, you can’t change the past.  I could only concentrate on the fact that we had found our way to each other.  I’d never forget my first time, but this would be the time I treasured. 

 
    Chapter Five
     
    I wasn’t surprised when Jesse showed up at my door first thing the next morning.  I hadn’t even changed out of my pajamas yet when I heard the knock.  I was sitting at the counter eating a bowl of Lucky Charms.  My mom had already left for her shift at the hospital and my grandma was out on her morning walk.
    He looked almost shy when I opened the door.  His hands were stuffed in his pockets and I could tell he was nervous by the way he swayed subtly from his heels to his toes. 
    “I didn’t wake you, did I?”
    “No.” I grinned at him and suddenly I was nervous.  It was a good nervous, but still nervous.  Everything had changed between us, but as my eyes met his, I knew it was a good change. “I was just having breakfast.”
    He followed me inside and shut the door behind him.  He looked around for a moment before noticing the stillness of the house.
    “Where is everyone?”
    “Mom’s at work and Grandma’s out walking.”
    “So…” he said, his eyebrow raising and a half-smile forming on his face. “We’re alone?”
    “We are,” I replied, smiling coyly back at him and it was as if the floodgates had been opened.  He didn’t wait for me to say another word before he was kissing me.  It was a hungry kiss that reminded me of last night.  A moment later, he had me pinned against the wall, his hands moving carelessly over my body and I became all too aware of how thin the cotton of my t-shirt was.  All I could think about was what we’d done the night before and how I wanted nothing more than to feel that again. 
    His hands continued to move over my body faster than his lips and I couldn’t keep up with him.  His breath, warm and sweet, continued to pant over me and he suddenly stopped, eyes closed as his palms rested against the wall on either side of me.  I was trapped and I didn’t want him to let me go.  He was nearly out of breath when he finally opened his eyes.
    “Why’d you stop?” I whispered.
    “Because in another second, I wouldn’t have been able to.” His deep, husky voice washed over me and I reached out, wrapping my arms around his waist.  He encircled me in his embrace and he kissed the top of my head before we finally let go.  I took his hand and led him into