Chapter Ten: The First Kiss

I wondered what had gotten him so upset but couldn't form the words.

"Fuck," he whispered before leaning down and brushing his lips over mine softly.

Oh my god… his lips… I could feel the strength in him as well as how gentle he was being. He could have easily grabbed me and take what he wanted, and there wouldn't have been anything I could do about it.

But he didn't.

Instead, he just gently brushed my lips with his as if asking for my permission to let me decide how far was too far.

My heart was pounding so hard and fast that I didn't know if it would survive too much more.

"More?" he whispered against my lips.

I immediately answered. "Please."

He smiled against my lips. "Since you asked so nicely."

His arms twisted around me and pulled me against his chest. Out of instinct, I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tight. When his lips returned, they nibbled on my own but didn't go any further. My stomach quivered when my knees buckled, and I was forced to hold on to him for dear life. I pressed closer to him, my body anxious for something.

He chuckled softly. "More, precious?"

"Please!" I whimpered urgently.

"Such a good girl. Asking so politely."

"Please, please, please," I began to beg when he didn't hurry despite asking. "Please… I-I need you."

Those simple words changed his demeanor immediately. His lips took mine once more in a ravenous kiss that was anything but polite.

This was not asking... this was demanding... taking. Mr. Jones was taking whatever he wanted now that he had my permission. He tilted his head and sealed his lips more firmly out of mine. My body hummed and vibrated. My panties were soaked, and I wanted to rub that wet area against him. To do what I did the other night but… with him.

I had almost convinced myself to do it when I heard the loud squeal of air brakes out in front, startling us both.

He pulled away and looked down at me. "I think that's your bus, hon," he whispered as he brushed his lips across mine softly.

"Mmhmm," I murmured, trying to press closer.

He chuckled and pulled away but left his hands on my shoulders until I could stand on my own.

"Go, little one," he said, opening the door and pushing me out of it.

I looked at him with my mind was still foggy with desire. He gave a small chuckle and pointed towards the bus stop. My eyes followed his finger and saw the blinking lights of the rear of the bus.

"Oh!" I exclaimed and hurried off without another word.

Luckily, once again, the bus waited for me. I raced up the steps and fiddled in my purse for my bus pass. I produced it and held it out, trying to look normal despite how my brain was stuttering. Keith's green eyes missed nothing, and his smile grew wider… and dirty.

"Someone looks like they've been naughty this morning," he commented in a low voice as he scanned my card.

"I-I… running late," I explained stupidly.

"Oh, I bet," he responded as he gave me a knowing look.

I dropped my gaze to the ground and held my hand out for the card. The bus was unusually empty this morning as opposed to every other day. The quiet and solitude made me acutely aware of him so close to me. His hand popped up right under my eyes with my card held between his first two fingers. I reached out to take it, but he dropped it before I could grasp it.

"Sorry," he spouted off, his smile still not slipping a bit.

Without thinking, I bent over to pick it up and stood up in time to see his eyes move up from my shirt. It had gaped open as I bent over, and I knew I had given him a peek of my bra. I wasn't overly endowed, but I wasn't small. The simple movement allowed a good portion of my cleavage was visible.

"You are a very pretty little schoolgirl," he said softly.

I tried to step away, but my feet wouldn't move. My stomach really hurt badly. I would have given anything to erase the last few moments from both Keith and I's minds. I opened my mouth to say something, but he beat me to it.

"Why don't you sit close?" he offered again.

I stepped back so quickly I almost fell down the stairs. Keith jumped out of his seat to grab me. I caught myself on the rails out of the pure survival instinct, just to keep him from touching me again.

"Thank you," I whispered and shrunk back, trying not to touch him as I skirted around him.

"Anytime, little schoolgirl," he purred.

I hurried to the back of the bus and began my task of ignoring him.

When the bus stopped at my school, I was excited to see that a few other girls had joined the ride. I quickly followed them out, hoping he wouldn't notice me. I had almost made it when I felt a hand reach up under my skirt. I jumped a bit and hurried off the bus away from the offending hand. I stopped on the other side of the bench and looked back up at the bus.

Keith was staring out the window at me, his cocky smile plastered on his face. My gut rolled at the look in his eyes and made me feel as if I needed another shower. I suddenly couldn't discount everything that had happened since I met him. I just didn't know why or how to make it stop.

"Becca!"

I looked up to see Molly jogging towards me with her stepbrother Scott following closely behind. His eyes were fixed on Molly as if worried about her getting too far out of sight.

Scott had graduated from college a few years earlier, but he had gotten a job at their college while he tried to figure out what his future would be. Last I had heard from Molly, he was being groomed to take over for his father, but I didn't question him.

Scott was incredibly handsome, and there wasn't a woman or girl in the town that didn't want him.

Well, I didn't.

But that was because he was my best friend's older brother. Well, older stepbrother.

Mainly it was because whenever his eyes drifted towards Molly, especially when she wasn't looking, there was always heat in them that caused me to blush.

It was like I had walked into a very private moment and needed to back away.

Molly, as usual, seemed oblivious to her stepbrother's attention. She skidded to a stop in front of me.

"What's wrong?" she asked cautiously.

I rearranged my face to wipe the concern off my face. I didn't want Molly to think I was crazy or paranoid about whatever was going on with Keith.

"Nothing," I said with a smile giving Molly a hug.

"Hello, Rebecca," Scott said very politely, then gave me a hug as well.

As soon as Scott let go, I caught Keith's angry glare out of the corner of my eyes. The squeal of the air brakes releasing also released some of the tension in my shoulders. Scott pulled away and looked at me as if he could read my worry. Guilt had my gaze dropping down then off to the side. I saw Scott's gaze follow my own and knew I had to distract him before those dark discerning eyes started questioning me.

"How are you?" I asked him quickly.

He raised an eyebrow at me but didn't push as he led the way into the school. Molly picked up the conversation and ran with it. As soon as we stepped into the building, Scott split off, but Molly's sweet inane chatter kept me company until we got to our first class.