Page 107 of Blacklist

“Okay.” He plucks a shamrock and puts it between his teeth. He wags a finger at me. “Kiss me and I’ll stick with lucky.”

“It’s only got three leaves,” I say, moving closer to him anyway.

“I don’t need a four-leaf clover.” He drops it to the blanket and brushes his lips over mine. I taste mint. “I have you.”

Sterling’s body moves over mine, his weight pinning me beneath the blanket. My legs drop open instinctively and he presses his hips between my thighs. There’s multiple layers of denim between us but I feel every inch of him like he’s set fire to me.

Sterling? He is the world between blue jeans and ball gowns. His body. His lips. He’s not easy. He’s hard. His weight shifts again as if to prove it. I’ve gone places and I’ve seen things. I’ve always dreamed of seeing more, and now I’m seeing the whole world in the blue eyes of a boy.

He dips his lips to my neck, travels to my ear, and whispers, “I think I’ve missed you my whole life.”

My heart cracks open and I turn into him, offering him my lips and with it that wide-open spot in my chest. He accepts. I feel it in his touch. A strong hand skims down my shoulder and explores my breast. My nipple hardens as he furthers his study. Then he continues his adventure, slipping his hand to the waistband of my jeans. There’s a moment of hesitance as if asking permission. I grab his hand and shove it into my panties.

“Patience,” he murmurs with a laugh as a finger begins circling the swollen bundle of nerves he finds.

“Easy for you to say.” I buck against him to show just how impatient I am.

“Shut up and kiss me, Lucky.”

Our mouths collide as we twine together, his hand between my legs, my arms coiling around him. His tongue wanders past my lips, licks a path along my teeth, journeys deeper until he’s my oxygen. We could be anywhere. Any place. Any time. I wouldn’t know. There’s only him and the need building inside me. Every nerve in my body hones in on his clever fingers until I’m sure the center of the universe hides between my legs, and he’s found it.

A subtle tremor builds in my muscles, migrating through me, picking up speed. My eyes close and my teeth clamp down on his lower lip as I explode. My legs snap closed around him, but he continues to seek some hidden place. His fingers delve deeper, coaxing out every spasm, every ounce of mindless bliss until I’m hanging off him too spent for words.

Sterling lays me onto the blanket and draws me against him. I peek to find him watching me with amused eyes.

“What?” I ask suspiciously. Did I do something wrong?

“Your cheeks are as red as your hair,” he teases.

I stick my tongue out at him, but I feel myself flush even hotter.

He kisses the tip of my nose. “It’s so adorable that I’ll forgive you for biting me.”

“Biting you?”

He sticks out his lip and I see a faint trace of blood.

“Oh my God!” I bury my face in his neck.

“I was kidding about forgiving you.” He presses another kiss to the top of my head. “I took it as a compliment.”

I pull back a little to see if he’s serious, but his arms tighten like he’s holding me captive. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Like your head needed to get any bigger,” I grumble, not remotely meaning it.

His barking laugh is so honest, so genuine that I can’t help kissing him.

“What was that for?” he asks.

“You don’t laugh like that a lot. I like it. I need to reward it.”

“Reward, huh?” There’s a wicked glint in his blue eyes and I wonder how far he wants to take this. I search for any apprehension inside me and find none. But I didn’t really expect my first time to be in a field.

Still, he does deserve some attention of his own. I shove him back and climb on top of him.

“What are you doing, Lucky?” He arches an eyebrow.