First Time: Ian's Story (First Time (Ian) Book 1) by Abigail Barnette Read Free Book Online

suit seem
mortician-ish. “That’s a bit harsh, isn’t it?”
    “ Nah. Sometimes, the
undertaker look is sexy.”
    Jesus. She must have had terrible eyesight
to apply that adjective to me.
    On impulse, I gave her a one-armed hug.
“Let’s sit down. It’s been a battle to not eat both of these
sandwiches myself.”
    “ Well, you wouldn’t have had
any water, so you would have gotten thirsty.” She leaned against my
side, so my hug instinct had been correct. She sat on the blanket
and arranged the skirt of her pretty yellow sundress around her
legs. The dress was the kind that had straps that tied at the
shoulders. I’ve never understood how women had the courage to wear
things like that out into a world full of awful, handsy
men.
    “ So, I brought strawberries
and peaches,” she said, pulling fruit from the bag. She held up a
nectarine and frowned. “I thought I got peaches. Live and
learn.”
    “ In this case, learn the
difference between peaches and nectarines.” I snagged it from her.
“I like these better, anyway.”
    “ Show me the goods. You’ve
been bragging up these sandwiches all week.” She reached for the
picnic basket and positioned it between us.
    I got out the two foil-wrapped bundles. They
were still warm. “Grilled Cubans. You said you liked ham, so here
you go.”
    She took one and carefully peeled back the
foil. With a deep inhale, she sniffed and said, “I’m going to be
rude and dive right into this.”
    “ I don’t mind, at all.” I
was starving. I’d been too nervous to eat anything all day. We’d
spoken on the phone a few times during the week, tactical picnic
conversations that had always included some brief small talk, and
just hearing her voice had made me a giddy schoolboy again. The
prospect of seeing her today had been more nerve-wracking than
getting my hand up a girl’s shirt for the first time.
    She took a bite of the sandwich, closed her
eyes and moaned. Not just the normal orgasmic food noise people
make. It had a higher pitch to it, like the pleasure of the
sandwich was so intense it overwhelmed her. Seeing her face scrunch
up, hearing that sound, it was impossible not to imagine her making
the same noise while I pinned her to the mattress and drove into
her.
    I don’t think my cock had ever gotten hard
so quickly.
    At least I had time to adjust before she
opened her eyes. She wiped a bit of grease from her lower lip with
her ring finger. “Oh my God. This sandwich is a religious
experience.”
    “ I told you.” I’d been so
entranced by watching her eat, I’d forgotten to. I took a bite. It
was moan-worthy, but I restrained myself.
    “ Where did you get these?”
She took a bottle of water from the bag and handed it to me before
opening her own.
    I swallowed and said, “There’s a deli not
far from my place that makes fantastic grilled sandwiches. They do
a portabella panini that’s phenomenal.”
    “ Where do you live?” She
took another bite while I answered.
    “ Brooklyn. Dumbo,” I quickly
added. The acronym for “Down Under The Manhattan Bridge Overpass”
always sounded stupid to say aloud.
    “ Get out!” She bounced a
little. “I work in Brooklyn!”
    “ I know you do.” I had to
laugh at her enthusiasm. She still had the wonder of a small-town
transplant to the big city. I remembered coming to New York, not as
a tourist but to actually live here, and how magical it had seemed.
“Do you know the gray building with the clock tower? Used to be a
textile factory, but now it’s all condos?”
    “ I wouldn’t know what it
used to be, but you mean the big square clock tower with the green
roof?” she asked. “Is that your building?”
    “ It’s my clock tower.” I
hated to brag, but I was very proud of the place. I’d gotten it at
a steal when we’d redesigned the building, and I’d customized it to
be exactly the clean, modern living space I’d always
wanted.
    “ You live in there?” Penny’s
eyes got even bigger. “That’s