said before my brain did. I suddenly wondered what your lips felt like, how you’d taste, what
it would feel like to have your long legs wrapped around my back as I thrust into you…” I
squirmed, feeling my skin heat at the knowledge that Adam was thinking those very
appealing thoughts so long ago and I hadn’t had a clue. “Then I got pissed off. At myself for
feeling that way about you. And then at the guy for having tasted you. And then at you… for
letting him taste you.”
Our eyes locked and I felt my breathing grow shallow.
I knew if I didn’t say something else we’d end up making love in his spare room before
we could finish our trip down memory lane and frankly I was enjoying the trip. I cleared my
throat and grabbed up the next diary, hurriedly flicking through it.
I found the entry I was looking for and handed it to Adam. “You should know,” I
murmured softly, “That it all comes back to you.”
Sunday, April 30th
I lost my virginity last night. To Liam. It wasn’t how I’d wanted it to be. It hadn’t been
with who I wanted it to be with. It hadn’t been with someone I loved like I’d always promised myself it would be. And it hurt. And then it didn’t. In fact it wasn’t bad at all. But something else hurt last night, and unlike sex it didn’t stop hurting. It hasn’t stopped hurting…
The function room at the Marriott Hotel was absolutely packed and as I looked around I
realized that I didn’t even know some of these people.
Still, it was some turn out and Allie had pronounced my eighteenth birthday party a total
success and it wasn’t even over yet. Braden had hired the room at the hotel as well as a DJ
and caterer. My family had invited more family as well as their friends who invited their
friends, and I invited my friends who invited their friends who seemed to have invited their
friends. It was a crush, the buffet was almost gone, and the dance floor was full.
I watched catering staff come out of the back room with fresh trays of food and I scowled
as one of the pretty girls was stopped by Adam as she passed. Whatever he said made her
laugh and tilt her head flirtatiously. I watched them, ignoring the burn of jealousy in my
throat.
“Have I told you tonight how sexy you look?”
I was pulled back into a warm body and I lifted my chin, turning my head slightly to look
up into Liam Fenton’s handsome face. He was smiling down at me, his eyes glittering a little.
He was buzzed, but not drunk like Adam who’d started “getting happy” an hour before the
party even began. As per usual he’d turned up alone. From the cracks I’d heard Braden
making for years, Adam was a total player and I’d never met a single girl he’d dated.
Probably because he didn’t “date”.
Liam on the other hand appeared to be trying to keep his wits about him. I think I knew
why. He was nineteen, a student at Napier University, and we’d met when I’d toured the
university last year. We’d kept in touch, chatting online, until seemingly out of the blue Liam asked me out on a date six weeks ago. We’d messed around a little bit (and he’d given me my
first orgasm) but I’d been reluctant to have sex with him. I’d filled my head with so many
romance novels and movies I was convinced that my first time would be with someone I was
in love with. Although I liked Liam and I was attracted to him, I wasn’t in love with him yet.
However, I think he thought because I’d turned eighteen that tonight was going to be the
night. Hence why he was trying to stay as sober as possible.
I felt a little nervous about how I was going to disabuse him of that notion.
Smiling up at him, I gave him a shy nod. “You may have mentioned it once or twice.”
Liam grinned, his hands sliding down to rest on my hips. “It’s worth mentioning more
than once. Every guy in here thinks I’m a lucky bugger and they’d be right.”
His lips touched mine and it was nice. Really nice. But since my first kiss with Pete
Robertson at a Friday bowling night with friends a few months after my disastrous date with
Sam, I’d never felt what all the romance books talked about. I’d kissed five guys since then
and not one of those kisses made my skin hot and my body vibrate and my stomach flutter. I
was beginning to think romance novels might be leading me astray…
“Don’t mean to interrupt but I’d like a dance with the birthday girl.”
I immediately broke away from Liam at the sound of Adam’s voice and turned fully to
find him standing in front of me, giving Liam a “you have five seconds to get your hands off
her before I break your face” look. It had been two and a half years since I started dating and Adam and Braden still rejoiced in scaring the crap out of my boyfriends. Thankfully, Liam
didn’t scare easy.
He squeezed my hips. “I’ll go get you another drink. I’ll be over with Allie and the guys.”
I nodded at him, watching him saunter away through the crowds.
A warm hand on my wrist drew my gaze back and Adam was grinning at me as he pulled
me into him. As soon as my body brushed his I felt that familiar tingling again, the feeling
descending between my legs as Adam’s arm caught me around the waist while his other hand
caught my hand and laid it against his chest. I rested my other hand on his shoulder and
swayed with him. Being this close kind of hampered my breathing and I tried very hard not to
let him see that. His fingertips brushed the bottom of my back and since I was wearing a
backless dress it was a skin to skin touch. My body reacted to it in a way I recognized and I
ducked my head, unable to look at him.
I’d been in Liam’s dorm room two weeks ago and we’d been making out and touching.
The touching got a little more involved than I was used to but I was curious so when he slid
his hand under my skirt and pushed his fingers under my underwear to touch me there I’d
almost come off the bed. I felt it between my legs and I felt it in my breasts. He’d settled a
thumb on my clit and played me as my body slowly started to fracture until it eventually
broke into this amazingly pleasurable explosion.
Adam didn’t even need to put a hand between my legs. All he needed to do was touch me
and those familiar tingles were vibrating throughout me.
“Enjoying your birthday?”
I turned to gaze at him now, my face close to his. I was five foot nine so usually only a
couple inches shorter than Adam, but tonight I was wearing four inch heels so I was actually
just little bit taller than him. That thought seemed to occur to him too because he gave me a
quick once over and grinned, shaking his head as I replied, “Yeah, it’s been good.”
“Have you opened any presents yet?”
“No. I was going to later but I think everyone is a bit too drunk to care. Including you.”
“Pfft, I’m not drunk. I’ve got a buzz going that’s all.” His eyes narrowed. “You’re not
drunk are you?”
I rolled my eyes. “Adam, I’m legally allowed to drink now.”
“Is that a yes or a no?”
“I’ve had a couple of shots, that’s it.”
We were quiet a moment and I actually allowed myself to relax against him. That was
until he flexed his fingers against my back and an involuntary shiver rippled over me. Adam
tensed, as if he’d felt my reaction, and I quickly looked at his face for confirmation. His dark eyes glittered in a way I’d never seen before.
I gulped.
He studied me a moment and I found myself pressed even tighter against him. My fingers
curled into his shoulder. His next words almost blew me off my feet. “You’re the most
beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Els,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
My eyes grew round with shock at his announcement, my heart beginning to thud against