CONVICTION (INTERFERENCE) (17 page)

He smiled and touched my cheek. “I love you, Rebecca.”

“You better, because I can’t live without you.”

“Hey you two, get a room!” one of the guys from our Biology class said as he walked by.

I looked up at Shane and we laughed.

I dropped him off at the tire store to get cleaned up and then headed home to shower and change. I stopped for a movie on my way back to pick him up and I ran into Parker outside of a Redbox. Evidently, he’d broken up with Jillian, I assumed, since there was a tall lanky brunette hanging all over him.

“Hey Beccs…how are you?”

“Please, for the last time, stop calling me that! So, where’s Jillian?”

“How the hell should I know? She dumped me.”

I was stunned by his confession. I wasn’t surprised that she dumped him. I knew it was inevitable, but I was surprised that he’d actually admit it. “Oh, I’m sorry. But, it looks like you’ve um…moved on.”

“Yeah, this is KiKi. She’s a waitress at Hooters…putting herself through college on tips.”

“Oh, that’s nice. What are you studying?” I asked, trying to make polite conversation, while trying to keep my eyes off of her ‘Hooter’s-befitting’ chest.

“I want to be…an attorney…like my Parker here,” she giggled. I wasn’t sure she even knew what an attorney was, but I smiled and gave her the benefit of the doubt before quickly making my selection and heading back toward my car.

“Hey Beccs…Rebecca?” he corrected himself.

I turned back toward him and said, “Yeah?”

“If um, if you ever get tired of…him, I’ll always be here for you.”

He said that right in front of the hooter girl, but luckily for her, she didn’t seem to understand him, as she kept smiling and twirling her hair.
And they talk about blondes…

“Thanks Parker. But, um, I’m never going to let him go.” I knew I meant it and I smiled to myself as I drove out of the lot toward my one true love.

“Hi, are you ready?”

He smiled at me, obviously trying to get me to blush…it worked. “Why don’t we watch the movie here?”

“Um, okay. So, do you want to go get dinner and then come back…?” I stopped talking when I saw the table in his room covered in linen and china…with candles and
flowers. It was set for two and I laughed as he tried to hide the ‘take out’ boxes under the table.

“When did you have time to do this?” I asked.

“I ordered it earlier and had Vince pick it up for me while I was in the shower. Is it okay?”

“It’s perfect.”

“That’s what I was counting on.”

We enjoyed the meal and when it was time for the movie I realized the only place we could watch the movie was on his bed. I glanced up at him and he only smiled.

“It’s okay; it’ll be nice to hold you while we watch the movie.”

He laid back, folding the pillow in half to raise his head and I slowly climbed in next to him and put my head against his shoulder. We laid there for a while, content just being close and finally I realized I’d never even put the movie on. I giggled and looked up at him.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“I forgot to start the movie.”

I started to get up and he stopped me. “I um, I don’t think we need the movie…right now.” He kissed me, pulling me to him.

I responded immediately, longing for it. Soon we were breathless and I finally pulled away, afraid if we went any further he’d regret it. “Shane…” I was breathing so hard.  “We um, we have to stop.”

“Is that what you want?” he asked; his breathing just as erratic as mine.

“Um, I don’t want you to feel guilty for…getting carried away.”

“You didn’t answer my question. Is that what you want? Do you want me to stop?”

I looked up into his beautiful slate colored eyes and shook my head no. “But, it’s okay. We can wait…” I was still breathing hard, completely lost in his arms and that woodsy, masculine smell.

“What if I don’t want to wait anymore?”

“What?” I asked, confused.

“I love you, Rebecca. I don’t want to wait anymore. We love each other. We’ve been patient…I think it’s time. But, it’s up to you. If you’re not ready…”

But it was too late, I had already given him my answer. I was kissing him hard, my arms wrapped around him, pulling him so close that it was difficult to breathe.

He pulled back and stroked my cheek. “This isn’t the most romantic place. I almost reserved a room for us, but didn’t want to presume you’d want…I still can?”

“I’m happy here.”

“I just, I want it to be perfect for you.”

“It is perfect, I’m with you.”

“You’ll tell me if I scare you…or hurt you? Promise me,” he said looking deep into my eyes.

“Shane, you’re not going to hurt me.”

He sat up. “Just…promise me, okay?”

“I promise. I’m not afraid.”

He leaned down to kiss me, pulling me close. Soon the kissing turned to touching…exploring, and we were desperately trying to undress each other, but found it difficult while lying in bed, especially since neither of us wanted to let go of the crushing hold we had on the other.

Finally, after numerous attempts at removing my blouse, he said, “I think this would be easier if we stood up…” he grinned.

I begrudgingly stood up, but pulled him along with me, not wanting to completely break contact with him. He stood up next to me and then leaned over the bed and folded the blankets back. “I um, I changed the sheets today…”

“Were you
really planning this?” I asked, surprised.

“No…well, maybe subconsciously. I just know I love you and you’re all I think about. You’ve said you were ready, so I guess I just wanted to be prepared.”

I knew he was thinking it over again. Worrying, and feeling guilty. I took both of his hands in mine and said, “Shane, we love each other. We’ve waited long enough.  We’re committed to each other. I’m never letting you go, so you might as well face it.  You’re mine and we belong together.” I reached up, placing my hands on his face. “It is time. You know it is, or you wouldn’t have done…” I waved my hand around the room, pointing out the clean sheets, the romantic dinner, the flowers and music.  “…all this. It’s right, you know it is.” I know he was still feeling a little guilty, but it was different this time. It was as if he knew it was okay, even though there was still a little doubt floating around in that busy brain of his.

He didn’t think about it for too long, because it was only a matter of seconds before he pulled me back to him, and kissed me. His lips never left mine as he slowly finished unbuttoning my blouse and pulled it off my shoulder. I removed my arms from around his waist long enough to let the shirt fall off my shoulders and onto the floor. He helped me slide out of my jeans and before I knew it, I was once again, standing in front of him wearing only my underwear. I wasn’t expecting anything but dinner and a movie that night, and if I had, my choice in underwear would have been different. He certainly didn’t seem to mind my everyday white bra and panties though, as his eyes scanned me slowly from head to toe.  He pulled me close and reached around me to unhook my bra. I don’t know if it was nerves or inexperience, but I finally reached back and helped him out. I heard a sharp intake of breath as my bra fell to the ground with the discarded jeans and blouse.

“You’re so beautiful, Rebecca,” he whispered as he reached down to free me from my last bit of clothing…my panties. He took another deep breath, bathing me with his eyes. He didn’t touch me for a few minutes. He openly stared at my naked form. I was embarrassed by his unashamed scrutiny, but when I tried to get into bed under the blankets, he stopped me. “No, I’ve waited so long…just let me look at you, please.”

After a few more seconds, long enough for the blush to pretty much cover my entire body, he stepped close and pulled me to him for a kiss. Somehow he had managed to get his shirt and jeans off and he laid me down on the bed, ever so gently.

I felt his desire for me for the first time and I had to admit, I almost panicked.  The fantasy had been on-going, but the reality was
now
and suddenly I was nervous. I knew it was right and that I loved him, but as he pressed up against me and his hard length touched my stomach through his briefs, I pulled back a little.

He immediately stopped kissing me. “What’s wrong? Do you want to stop? It’s okay if you do, I’ll wait…just um, tell me now.”

As I looked into his loving eyes, I knew there was nothing to be afraid of.  “No, I don’t want to stop. This is where I belong. I love you, Shane.”

He kissed me hard and finally the last bit of clothing was discarded and he was touching me and pleasing me in ways I didn’t know were possible. He took his time and just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he’d slow down, willing me back to reality, carrying me
to
the threshold…but not over, time and time again. I was desperate for him and it was as if he just knew it was the right time. He leaned over me, being careful to not press his full weight onto me, and looked in my eyes. He was out of breath, and as far gone as I was, but he looked down at me and said, “Are you ready?”

I nodded and reached up for him. “Yes!” I almost shouted.

“I love you, Rebecca.”

“I love you too. Please…please Shane…I…need…you,” I pleaded, pulling him down to me for a kiss.

He kissed me, “Open your eyes, Love.”

I was desperate for him to end this torture. I was arching up to him, needing him.  But, even amid the passion and longing, I heard what he said and I looked up at him, my eyes pleading. “Shane…” I said breathlessly, “Please!”

Our eyes held as he slowly lowered himself closer to me and then finally, and very slowly, he carefully pushed into me, stopping the second he had crossed my barrier and waited.

“Are you okay?” he asked, breathless.

There were tears rolling down the side of my face and he started to pull away, thinking he’d hurt me. I pulled him back, “I just love you so much. I don’t want it to end…”

He smiled down at me and said, “This is the only the beginning…” and we made love.

I really didn’t know what to expect, and even though he wasn’t a virgin, he wasn’t that much more experienced than I was, but after a few seconds, it was like we just fit…we anticipated each other’s needs and desires and it wasn’t long before I was writhing on the bed, pulling him closer, arching up to meet him in perfect unison and finally, I was taken to a place I’d never been before.  I was completely engrossed in the wonders surrounding me and when it was over, I looked up at him to ask him if he’d felt it too.  “You’re so beautiful. I love you so much!”  And then he was moving in me again, and it was my turn to watch him and as he reached the peaks I had just returned from. 

When he was done, he started to immediately pull away, but I pulled him back, not ready to let him go. “No, please don’t. Stay with me.”

“I’m just going to lie next to you.”

“No, stay right here. I want you here…inside me.” I reached my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me. “I don’t want this to ever end.”

“It won’t.”  He laid there for a few minutes, and finally said, “Honey, my arms are like jelly after…I can’t hold myself up much longer. We’ll do it again…believe me, we’ll do it as often as you want.”

“Then there’s no reason to ever leave this bed,” I grinned, finally letting him go.  He pulled me into his arms and we laid there in the afterglow, not speaking, both lost in our very recent memories.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he finally asked.

I looked up at him and said, “No, it was perfect. I felt no pain, just…love.” As I gazed into those eyes, I said, “Love me again.”

There was no hesitation this time and it wasn’t long before we were completely lost in each other.

I spent the night in his arms, wishing every night could be like that.

I woke up early and sat up and stared down at Shane. He was sound asleep, lying on his back and before I could stop myself, I slowly pulled the blankets off of him and openly stared at his naked form. He was perfection from head to toe
; strong chest with just a hint of curly golden hair. Trim waist, firm abs and that perfect ‘V’ leading down to…what I assumed was normal morning arousal. I took a deep breath, wanting him again…but I didn’t want to wake him. I continued down his strong thighs, all the way down to his toes. When I pulled the blankets back up, I looked up at his beautiful face and realized, much to my embarrassment that while I had been studying every fabulous inch of him, he was watching me. I blushed.

He laughed and pulled me back into him. “I love that shade of pink on your cheeks,” he glanced down and said, “…and everywhere else,” he laughed as he watched the pink spread, simply from his comment.

We made love once again and after we were both sated and resting in each other’s arms, I said, “I wish every night could be like last night…and every morning like this.”

“Me too.  Someday it will be. We just have to get through school.”

I thought back to something he told my father. Something I’d been afraid to ask him about, but felt now was the time. “Shane…?”