Beneath Your Beautiful
Page 27She giggles. "You feel it too."
"Yeah." I don't know what else to say that would describe this moment and what Huntley makes me feel, adequately.
"Thank you," she says, looking up at me with what looks like reverence. I never want her to look at me any other way ever again.
"For what?"
"For giving me the perfect first date."
That has me speechless. This girl, this beautiful, magnificent creation, is thanking me when I want to give her so much more.
"You're perfect," I say. It's all I can think of while my mind and body come down from the high of our kiss.
She stretches onto her tippy toes and places a butterfly kiss on the side of my mouth.
This night could not have gone any better. It surpassed all my expectations but also changed something between us.
The idea of having Huntley to myself excites me and terrifies me in the same breath.
But I would do anything to never lose that feeling.
Chapter 15
~Huntley~
"So how are things with you and Grayson?" Demi asks. We're sitting on the couch watching Sex and The City, courtesy of Demi. We're starting Carrie's story from the beginning because I haven't ever watched it and according to Demi, that's a sin against the entire female population. It also happens to be my birthday and we're waiting for Brody and Grayson to get home from their football game. We're supposed to be heading to Nicky's to celebrate.
"They're," I pause, trying to find the right words. "Amazing." We've been together just over two months. After our first date, we've been inseparable. We spend a lot of time at my apartment, studying, hanging out or making out like teenagers. The last part is definitely my favorite.
"Why are you blushing?" Demi eye's me suspiciously before blurting out, "Oh my God, you're thinking about having sex with him, aren't you!"
Dammit, how does she know? Maybe my sexual frustration is that obvious.
"No!" I lie, hoping she'll believe me, despite the fact that I'm a terrible liar.
"Don't lie! I can see it on your face!" she pauses, "So you guys haven't..."
I shake my head. "No."
"Are you a virgin?"
"Then what's the problem? Does he not get your engine going?"
I laugh at her choice of words. Grayson does more than get my engine going. He set's the damn car alight with gasoline and makes it explode. My body has never reacted to anyone the way it does to him. I'm always acutely aware of him, what he's doing. Our bodies are connected in a way I have only ever read about in my romance novels and even then, I've never thought it was real.
"I'm just scared it's too soon. We've only been dating a couple of weeks."
"Honey, if that boy drives you crazy then timing isn't important. I've seen the way he looks at you, and I can tell you right now, that boy is ready to bump uglies."
"Oh my God Demi! Bump uglies? Really?" Once again I laugh at her choice of words. Where does she come up with stuff?
"Oh, stop being such a baby! If Grayson was my boyfriend, I would've jumped him after that romantic shit he pulled on your first date."
I smile, remembering what a magical first date we had. If I wasn't so nervous, I probably would've let him take me to bed the same night. "I was actually thinking....um...." I shift uncomfortably, avoiding Demi's knowing face and trying to find a way to say what I want. "Maybe tonight?"
Demi grins before she jumps off the couch. "Oh my Gooood!" she squeals. "We have to find you the perfect outfit for tonight then! And some sexy underwear!" She grabs my hand, yanks me off the couch and pulls me to my room. We shut the door in case Grayson and Brody get here. She goes straight to work and throws at least six outfits on my bed. Next she rummages through my underwear drawer and pulls out a matching bra and panty set made of red lace. It still has the labels attached.
"Try this," she says, throwing a pair of tight, dark blue jeans at me. "And this." A black off-the-shoulder top that's cinched at the waist lands next to me. The material is soft and it flows from below the section that holds my breasts. I have to hand it to her. Demi is good when it comes to creating amazing outfits.
I grab the underwear with the rest of the items and head for the bathroom. I put everything on and stare at myself in the mirror. The jeans are skin tight but they hug my hips and show off my curves. The black top accentuates my generous breasts and shows off the glow of my sun-kissed and toned shoulders. I step out of the bathroom only to find Demi setting up an array of make-up. Oh Lord, this girl is on one of her missions again tonight. She turns around and lets out a slow whistle. "You look so hot. If I wasn't straight I'd totally hit on you."
"Come here, let me finish you up before the boys get home," she gestures for me to sit down on my bed and gets to work on my face and my hair. She finishes just in time because thirty minutes later I hear the front door open. I take a peek at myself in the mirror again before I see him. My hair is curled, hanging down past my shoulders, and my make-up is natural with a slightly bronzed look. I like it. I feel beautiful.
I slip on my red peep toe pumps and spritz on some of my favorite perfume before walking down the hallway to meet Grayson. I take a minute to look at him. He's wearing his True Religion jeans that I love so much. They fit snugly on his muscular legs and the thought of what his legs will look like tangled with mine make me shiver. He has his gray button up shirt on, the same one he wore on our first date, and the sleeves are rolled to his elbows. His hair is a little messy and a little damp, obviously from a recent shower, and it completes the way he looks. He looks sexy. I lick my lips. A warm feeling spreads through me and settles between my legs, forcing me to pinch my thighs together.
He looks up and his green eyes collide with mine. He smiles his crooked smile and saunters over to me as I reach the entrance of the hallway between the kitchen and the lounge. His arms snake around my waist and I grab his arms to hold on.
"Hi birthday girl," he whispers. He brushes his lips against mine and this time I actually do shiver. He smiles against my lips, knowingly. Asshat.
"Hey you," I breathe.
He kisses me lazily, tracing my bottom lip with his tongue. I let him into my mouth and he makes quick work of exploring. He moans into my mouth and I grip his arms harder, scraping my nails through his shirt.
A throat clears and we break apart. "Jesus, can't you get a room." Brody's voice comes from behind Grayson and I tuck my face into his chest, giggling. I'm embarrassed that we got carried away but excited too because I hope it's a sign of what's to come.
"Shut up bro. You're just jealous."
Brody snorts. "Ha! You're not the only on who will be getting lucky tonight Gray."
It's a good thing my face is hidden because I feel my cheeks heat up. I don't have to look to know I'm blushing.