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Chapter 3

Clare said she'd be home around 5, so I waited until 5:30 before I headed over. I didn't really want to have to meet her parents, especially after the knife incident. She was already sitting on the porch, waiting for me. I turned off the car and took off my seat belt, but she was already opening the door and climbing in.

She looked just like I remembered her, all curly hair and curves, but there was something in her eyes that was new. I leaned over to kiss her but she put her hand on my chest, and pushed me back lightly. "Just drive."

"Well, hello to you too," I joked as a turned the car back on.

"My parents have been in the same house for half an hour, after not being together for over a week and they are already fighting. Considering the only thing they agree on is you being a bad influence on me, I think we just need to get out of here."

"Where do you want to go?"

Clare paused for a second and I took my eyes off the road to look at her. She had a smirk on her face that looked awfully familiar. "Somewhere we can be alone."

I raised an eyebrow. "My dad's out to dinner with his girlfriend. They won't be back until late."

"Sounds perfect."

I reached over for her hand, running my thumb over her finger. I pulled into my driveway, took my seat belt off, but didn't open the door. I looked at her and her eyes were shining. I placed my hand on her arm and tried to pull her closer but she just laughed and reached for the door handle. "You can't wait until we get inside?"

I practically ran up the stairs and opened the door. Grabbing her hand, I pulled her inside and up the stairs into my room. I had barely gotten the door closed when her lips were on mine.

We had only kissed twice before, for the Romeo and Juliet project and when I surprised her in the library, so I didn't really know how Clare would react in an actual make out situation. I was surprised at how aggressive she was. She pulled me over to the bed and lay down on top of me, just like she had described on our phone call.

I didn't want to be presumptuous so I pulled my lips away. "Clare," I was a little out of breath. "Should we talk about this?"

"We've spent two weeks talking," she said, trailing her lips down my neck. When she kissed the spot where my neck met my collarbone, and opened her mouth slightly, running her tongue against me, I knew the time for talking was over.

I pulled her back up to lips and kissed her, tangling her tongue in mine. She ran her hands down my stomach and pulled my hem of my shirt up slightly, so her fingers were on my skin right above the button on my jeans. I moaned as I imagined her moving her hand down just a few inches and touching me.

I remembered our conversation. I wonder if that offer still stood, that if I was with her and we were kissing, and I tried to take off her shirt, she would let me. I couldn't tell if it that was just something she said when I was far away and it was safe. I thought I'd test the waters, by moving my hand slightly up her shirt, leaving it in the same position her hand was on me. Her skin felt so soft and I just wanted to feel her pressed against me.

She didn't stop me and if anything her kisses just got more heated so I knew I was on the right track. I slipped my hands around to her back and moved them up, pulling her shirt with me. I could feel her take a deep breath against me.

"Clare, we don't have to do anything…" but she cut me off, by kissing me deeply. I pulled on her shirt in earnest and she sat up just long enough to pull it off. She collapsed back on top of me so quickly that I didn't really get to see her, but I could feel her breasts pressed against me, and that was really nice. I moved my mouth back to her neck and opened my eyes, peering down her back at the hooks on her bra. We hadn't really talked about that in our phone call, since I knew she wasn't wearing one at the time.

I gave it a few minutes, but I really wanted to see her, so I moved my hand to the back of her bra. She didn't protest, so I attempted to unhook it. Once upon a time I had been pretty good at that, but I was out of practice, so it took a couple tries. I spread the straps away from each other, and moved my hands over her whole back without impediment. I moved the straps down her arm and looked into her eyes.

She smirked at me and I gave her a genuine smile. She pulled herself up and her bra fell away. She didn't cover herself like she said she might and I got to see her. I couldn't hold back and my hands immediately cupped her. I ran my fingers over her nipples and Clare moaned.

I flipped us over so she was on her back and I was leaning over her. I kissed her while I kept touching her everywhere, from her breasts to her hips to her ass. I pulled her leg around me and pressed myself into her.

I wanted to feel her closer against me so I pulled off my shirt. Clare had already had her hands under it though she hadn't made a move to take it off so I glanced at her to make sure it was okay. Her eyes were already on me. I wasn't really muscled or anything, but she seemed to like what she saw. She ran her finger across my nipple and it felt so good that I did the same to her. It immediately hardened and I couldn't help but take it into my mouth and run my tongue over it. She pulled my bottom half closer by tightening both legs around me and if it weren't for the layers of clothes between us I was in exactly the right position to slip inside her.

I pulled back and looked into her eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Not quite yet," she said.

I knew she didn't want to have sex, but other than that things were pretty fuzzy. She had made all the first moves but then seemed to slow down. I was fine staying with where were at now if that's what she wanted but it was hard to tell. Her legs were tight around me and every now and then it felt like she was trying to grind herself against me. I was rock hard against her but she didn't seem to mind.

I pulled back and knelt between her legs. I put my hand on the button of her jeans. She looked at me with wide eyes and I couldn't quite figure out what she was thinking. I realized that what I wanted to know from her didn't really have anything to do with sex, so I pulled my hand away and backed away from her slightly.

Clare sat up and she moved her arm across her body, covering her breasts for the first time. "Eli?"

"Do you trust me?"

I could see that she was confused, and that she thought I was asking if she trusted me to go farther and while I wouldn't mind an answer to that question, that wasn't really why I was asking. "When we were at the library you told me you couldn't be with me because you didn't trust me. I've spent the last two weeks telling you everything I can about myself and I just need to know."

She moved her arm away from herself and wrapped it around my neck. "Eli, I wouldn't be here with you if I didn't trust you."

"Are you sure, Clare? Because I am all in here. I've never felt like this before and I couldn't stand it if you changed your mind."

Clare kissed my cheek. "As long as you stop looking for trouble, I don't think there's anything you could do to get rid of me."

I held her in my arms, and kissed her temple. It seemed like the passionate moment between us had passed, and I lay down and pulled her next to me. We were silent for a while, lightly rubbing our hands over each others' arms, backs and stomachs.

"So Clare," I smirked at her. "Did this live up to your wildest phone call fantasies?"

She blushed and didn't respond, but she kissed me again and I knew the reality blew all of my dreams out of the water.