I'm A Virgin

Angel

He'd taken a few steps up the walk when he saw her come out the door. Immediately he was smiling silly. She was dressed casually, yet somehow she had the same incredible appeal as she had had last night when she was all done up—in some ways even more.

Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she walked down the steps of the porch. She met him in the middle of the walkway. He took her hand in his. He could definitely get used to her soft delicate hand in his. He wanted to kiss her, but he felt weird doing it right in front of her house. His reserve however wasn't strong enough to fight off the urge to hug her, so he did tightly. He squeezed her, feeling her hair against his face, breathing in everything about her.

Reluctantly, he finally pulled away and let her go. His hand was still fastened to hers. He looked up at the door. "Do I need to go in?"

Sarah's eyes widened, and she shook her head too quickly. "Oh, no, that's not necessary."

Angel wondered if there was something she was hiding, ashamed of. But he let it go and walked her back to his car.

Once on the road, he found it impossible to keep his hands off her. It was worse than the night before, maybe 'cause Eric's car was a stick shift. Angel's car wasn't, so his hand was free to roam, and roam it did. Every chance he got, he caressed her face, her leg, her fingers. Twice he brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it. What the hell was wrong with him? He had to get a hold of himself before he freaked her out. Although she didn't seem to mind, smiling as she caressed his hand.

He wanted to take her out and show her a good time. But that would have to wait for another time. Today he didn't want to be anywhere crowded. He had only one thing on his mind, well, besides holding her and kissing her. He wanted to talk to her, get to know more about her, more about this nonsense of her leaving. Most importantly, he hoped today they could come to some kind of understanding. He knew it was insane, but after last night, there was absolutely no way he'd be okay with her being free to see other guys, not as long as he was seeing her. And he planned on seeing her every chance he got. He knew it was a risk, but not riskier than not getting it out there on the table and then possibly seeing her with someone else. The very thought made him clench his teeth.

He'd packed sodas in Sarah's ice chest from the night before, and they stopped at a deli for sandwiches. They drove to Mount Soledad, the local state park. It had lots of cycling and hiking trails, but was known for its massive, man-made caves. It overlooked the ocean and had the most spectacular views. He was sure Sarah would love it.

Angel had been there many times with his brothers and the guys. He knew the place pretty well. He'd bring her back for cycling later. But today he had a much calmer visit planned.

Sarah looked out the window, admiring the amazing views. "My God, this place is better than the cliff last night. I didn't think that was possible."

She was right. No matter how many times he came up here, it was always as unbelievable as the first time. He took in the view himself then looked at Sarah. His body could feel the moment getting closer, the moment he would have her in his arms again. He held her hand the entire ride, and he squeezed it gently.

He picked one of the more private picnic areas. The park wasn't crowded at all. They pretty much had the area to themselves, except for the occasional cyclist riding by. Angel pulled the ice chest and a blanket out of the trunk of his car and took her by the hand. Sarah headed for the picnic table under a big wooden canopy. But Angel shook his head and pulled her toward a grassy area under a tree.

"Over here," he grinned.

Sarah's eyes widened a bit, but she smiled and followed behind him. They laid out the blanket and put down the ice chest. No sooner had they sat down, than Angel was kissing her, at first softly and sweetly. Then he pulled her back gently, laying her down on the blanket, and he propped himself up on his elbow next to her. He held her head on his hand, while his other roamed her body over her clothes.

His hand ran over her stomach and then down her outer thigh. He was completely aroused, and he knew she felt it.

He bit her lower lip softly then worked his way down her chin. She tasted so damn good. He moved her head up gently and dove into her neck, kissing, suckling, and biting softly.

"Angel," she whispered hoarsely.

He groaned as he continued to kiss and suckle her neck, wishing now they were somewhere more private.

"Angel." He could feel how hard she was breathing. He sucked her neck one last time then glanced at it as he pulled away smiling, satisfied when he saw a small but noticeable dark pink spot just below her ear.

He looked at her and couldn't help kissing her one last time. When he was finally able to pull himself away from her, he lay there on his elbow staring at her wet pink lips and played with her hand. He was about to tell her how perfect it felt having her there next to him when she stunned him with an unexpected admission.

"I'm a virgin."

Angel stared at her blankly for a second, not sure how to respond. The idea of being her first rattled every nerve in his body, and his muscles tensed. When he didn't respond immediately, Sarah sat up and pulled away from him.

"Wait, hold on." He reached for her.

She pulled her hand away from his reach. "I'm only telling you, so you won't think I'm a tease if things don't go as far as you're expecting them."

He sat up, quickly pulling himself next to her again. But before he could respond, she added, "I'm just not ready for anything like that, especially with everything that's going on right now."

Damn it, he felt like a pushy prick, no better than Jesse. "That's fine, Sarah." He caressed her cheek. "I'm sorry I came on so strong. I'm not usually like this. I don't know what it is, but I can barely control myself around you."

She looked somewhat embarrassed and bit her bottom lip. "I feel the same way around you."

He put his arm around her and kissed her head. With her baby soft hair against his face and her alluring scent, he was afraid of getting carried away again. He pulled away, quickly looking at his watch. It was almost noon. "You hungry?"

"Starving, actually—I skipped breakfast."

Angel frowned. "You should've said something." He pulled the ice chest in front of him.

"You didn't give me a chance," she giggled. He loved seeing her smile.

"Ha, ha." The sarcasm prompted her to laugh even more.

They sat legs crossed, eating quietly for a few minutes. Though he didn't try too hard, he couldn't keep his eyes off her. He even enjoyed the way she ate, tearing the pieces of sandwich with her hands rather than biting right into it. She ate slow and gracefully. She was only half done with her sandwich when he shoved the last piece of his in his mouth. Angel's phone rang, and he patted his pockets then realized he'd left it in the car.

"I better get that. It might be my mom." He jumped to his feet and took off toward his car.