For the First Time: Twenty-One Brand New Stories of First Love by Alessandra Torre, Al. Read Free Book Online

chocolate. “Champagne?” he asked in a voice that bordered on concern.
    Was he worried I had changed my mind?
    I hadn’t.
    “Yes, please,” I said, turning around.
    He stayed where he was, so close to me he could lean in and kiss me.
    He didn’t.
    Each passing moment he didn’t touch me made me crazier with desire.
    Forced to move to pour the champagne, he took a few steps to my left, poured the bubbling liquid into the glasses, and handed me one.
    I took it with trembling fingers.
    He clinked our glasses. “To meeting you.”
    I swallowed at the sweetness, and then raising my glass I repeated what he’d said, “To meeting you.”
    That smile was back.
    I slowly sipped my drink and kept my eyes on him. I’d already had quite a bit to drink. If I drank much more, I might just pass out on him. Once I’d taken a few sips from my glass, I set it down and boldly took a step closer to him. “You got here too fast—I didn’t have enough time to prepare.”
    “I didn’t have much of a choice. That crowd out there is completely wasted and upset that I’m not. They said I have at least a dozen shots to catch up on, and when I tell you they’ll make sure I catch up, I mean it. So I ran, fast.” His grin was breathtaking.
    I laughed. “Sounds like you’re going to be good and drunk before the night is over.”
    “Not just me,” he warned.
    The room’s temperature seemed to rise a hundred degrees.
    Without another word, he gazed at me with eyes that I wanted to swim in. Men had always looked at me, but none ever like him. It was as though he wanted to see more than what was on the outside, that he wanted to know me from the inside out. A rush of euphoria raged through my veins as if I’d been waiting for someone like him my whole life.
    Slowly, I pulled down the straps of my corset-like top and tugged my arms out of them before I lifted it from my body. I was completely bare beneath and my breasts were exposed instantly.
    He hissed, but still said nothing as he watched me intently.
    I proceeded to shimmy out of my skirt, letting it pool at my feet, and now stood before him in only my scant lace panties.
    “You’re even more beautiful than I could have imagined,” he said, stepping toward me.
    I reached for his buttons and quickly undid them, practically ripping his shirt off.
    He watched me with that same expression that made my heart flutter.
    Dropping my gaze, I got to work on his belt and then his zipper. As I was tugging his slacks down, I glanced up to look at him. Fire blazed in his eyes and his cheeks were a bit flushed. The same desire I’d been feeling since we met was written all over his face.
    He stepped out of his slacks but didn’t let me pull his boxer briefs down. Instead he reached for me, and I more than willingly went to him, taking that one remaining step between us. As soon as I did, his hands were on my hips and mine were around his neck. His mouth found mine already open for him and his body eased between my legs as if we were made for each other.
    Butterflies like I’d never felt took flight in my belly as soon as his tongue slipped into my mouth. French kissing had never taken me to another dimension but right now, I had to wonder if I wasn’t in heaven as he kissed me fast, kissed me slow, kissed me breathless.
    Eventually, we made it to the sofa in a tangle of limbs and heavy breathing. James was only slightly taller than me but lying down next to him, he seemed so much bigger.
    The couch was wide, meant to double as a single bed, and had pillows against the jet wall instead of a sofa back. I found myself pressed against those pillows as James roamed my body, and tingles of pleasure erupted in every wake of his touch.
    Attentive, his hands fondled my breasts, fingers dipped into my belly button, palms skimmed my ass, my thighs.
    Wanting to explore his body as well, I leaned in to taste his skin. My lips skimmed down the hint of stubble on his jaw to his throat. I liked the way he