Free Star Struck by Paige Halpert Page A

kissed me gently, but passionately. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and his hand rested tenderly on my thigh. I placed my hands around his shoulders and I grasped his neck and began to play with his soft, golden brown hair. His other hand snuck around to the small of my back, and we pressed against each other, kissing desirously.
    I lay on my back, pulling Gavin down beside me. As we kissed, our fingers entwined together. The pressure of his body against mine made my blood pump, and at times I had to hold myself back from letting out a little moan. I didn’t want to seem too eager, but I wanted more.
    Time stopped while our lips were tangled together, and slowly the warmth of the sun that once hugged my skin faded away. It was dark, and we looked out upon the lake to see the sparkling reflection of the moon. We got up, he gathered the blanket, and we got back in the car.
    "What a beautiful day this has been," I said.
    "It wouldn't have been even half has beautiful if you weren't a part of it, Megan," he replied as he smiled at me. My heart pounded.
    Gavin started the car and we headed back to the highway. I rolled down the window and let the cool night breeze tickle my face, my right hand out the window, rushing through the wind. My left hand lay in my lap, and as I peered out the window he reach over and took my hand, weaving our fingers together.
    The drive was over before I knew it, and in my head I cursed at time for passing so quickly this evening. I hoped to bribe time to stand still forever, but when I looked into his beautiful eyes- a glistening emerald green with tiny specks of honey hued- it distracted me from all my thoughts, and I couldn’t help but focus on him.
    “Do you want to come in and hang out for a little bit?” Gavin said. He seemed so sincere, so confident, and so comfortable with me. I bit my lip and blushed.
    “Yes,” I said, smiling. “I’d like that a lot.”
    He parked the car, and we got out and walked up to the front door of his house. He turned the key and opened the door for me. I never knew him to not be a complete gentleman, and I respected him for the amount of respect he always gave me.
    We sat on the couch and he put his arm around me.
    "Would you like anything to drink? Want me to make us some dinner?" he asked.
    "There's nothing in the kitchen that I could possibly want more than I want what's on this couch," I replied, and kissed him.
    His hands danced along my body, mine along his. We both knew where we wanted things to go, and my only regret was in the fact I had denied dating him sooner. My hand slipped down to his hips, down to his knees, then back up between his thighs, and I felt him harden. He pulled back slightly, and I blushed.
    "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do," he said genuinely.
    "Oh, I won't, I assure you," I said firmly as I stood up.
    I took his hand and led him into the bedroom, and it felt comfortable and right. We embraced tightly and our lips locked again. I pushed him away just enough to get my hands between the two of us and started unbuttoning his shirt, all while not letting our lips part. His shirt fell to the floor, and he slipped his fingers under the bottom of my shirt and lifted it over my head, brushing his hands against my skin. I ran a finger down along his naked chest, traced the muscles on his stomach, then continued down and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and let them tumble to the floor.
    Our lips waltzed together, and the taste of his breath and the heat of his bare skin drove me wild. He stood there in his boxers as he unfastened my bra. I slid it off my shoulders, down my arms, and threw it to the side. He leaned down and affectionately kissed my collarbone while his hands rested on my hips. Then he unzipped the back of my skirt, and in one swift move he sent my skirt and panties to the floor. The feel of his masculine hands on my bare skin was mesmerizing, and his touch was firm yet tender. I