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from the point of contact, sinking deep into his overworked, tired muscles. As entertaining as the movie was, it was difficult to pay attention when all he could think about was how nice it was to have her next to him.
As the final credits rolled across the screen, Adam turned to look at Holly, only to find her already looking at him. Her gaze moved from his eyes down to his lips. He’d been able to resist kissing her once, but that same strength fled him now.
He leaned toward her slowly, giving her every opportunity to stop him, to turn away, but she didn’t. His lips brushed hers, tasting of salt and butter.
Her lips were so soft. Soft and full, and parting slightly in clear invitation. Adam deepened the kiss, his tongue allowing him a proper taste, and groaned. Needing more, his hand cupped the back of her head, silk beneath his fingers, holding her exactly where he needed her to be.
Jesus . It felt as if liquid heat had been injected into his veins. Every nerve fired to life in a wave that started from where their mouths met and flowed out from there. In those moments, everything else ceased to exist. There was only Holly. Her taste, her scent, her soft and pliant mouth and the hesitant, exploring touch of her tongue.
Never before had a kiss had such an effect on him. Never before had he felt such a sense of rightness nor a blaze of hunger that threatened to turn him to ash where he sat.
When he finally pulled away, he looked into her eyes and saw the same dazed confusion he knew must be mirrored in his own. He wanted to say something, but for the life of him, he couldn’t think of a single, coherent thing. The only things popping into this mind were single words or simple phrases, like “more” and “fuck yes”.
She was staring at him, her little pink tongue grazing over her bottom lip and said...“I think Max has to go out.”
It took him a few long seconds to translate her words over the rush of roaring blood in his ears, obviously on the express train south where the rest of his blood seemed to be gathering. Her lips were darkened and slightly swollen from his kiss, her skin flushed, her eyes sparkling. He was vaguely aware of Max pushing his way up between them, his paw coming to rest on Holly’s arm.
Somewhat shaken, Adam leaned back enough to allow Holly to rise. Shit. What the hell just happened?
***
H oly earth-moving kisses, Batman . Holly knew she was moving toward the back door, but it was not by conscious effort. Her feet took care of the left-right-left-right forward motion, her hand automatically reached for and opened the door. She even managed to step out into the cool summer evening and inhale a few deep breaths.
She’d read about kisses like that. Even wrote about them herself. But she had never actually experienced one before. One minute, she and Adam were sitting next to each other; the next, his lips were on hers and she was lost. For a few minutes, everything else ceased to exist, and there was only Adam... The feel of Adam – all hot, hard, and warm. The taste of Adam – salt and sweet and spice. The scent of Adam – clean and fresh and male.
If not for Max’s interruption, would they still be kissing? Or would they have progressed to other things? Would Adam’s hand have moved to cup something other than the back of her head? Would his skilled mouth have found something besides her lips to stroke and sip? Would she have let him?
Absolutely .
Holly wrapped her arms around herself and shivered, and not from the gentle breeze. It was completely unlike her to lose control so quickly, especially over a kiss .
But good lord, what a kiss!
Holly was a very staunch advocate of the five-date rule: no sex until a minimum of five dates, and they had to be good dates that spanned a multitude of venues and activities – not just hanging out at a bar or watching a game. Since the number of men who’d actually made it that far were countable on one hand, she didn’t have a lot of
As the final credits rolled across the screen, Adam turned to look at Holly, only to find her already looking at him. Her gaze moved from his eyes down to his lips. He’d been able to resist kissing her once, but that same strength fled him now.
He leaned toward her slowly, giving her every opportunity to stop him, to turn away, but she didn’t. His lips brushed hers, tasting of salt and butter.
Her lips were so soft. Soft and full, and parting slightly in clear invitation. Adam deepened the kiss, his tongue allowing him a proper taste, and groaned. Needing more, his hand cupped the back of her head, silk beneath his fingers, holding her exactly where he needed her to be.
Jesus . It felt as if liquid heat had been injected into his veins. Every nerve fired to life in a wave that started from where their mouths met and flowed out from there. In those moments, everything else ceased to exist. There was only Holly. Her taste, her scent, her soft and pliant mouth and the hesitant, exploring touch of her tongue.
Never before had a kiss had such an effect on him. Never before had he felt such a sense of rightness nor a blaze of hunger that threatened to turn him to ash where he sat.
When he finally pulled away, he looked into her eyes and saw the same dazed confusion he knew must be mirrored in his own. He wanted to say something, but for the life of him, he couldn’t think of a single, coherent thing. The only things popping into this mind were single words or simple phrases, like “more” and “fuck yes”.
She was staring at him, her little pink tongue grazing over her bottom lip and said...“I think Max has to go out.”
It took him a few long seconds to translate her words over the rush of roaring blood in his ears, obviously on the express train south where the rest of his blood seemed to be gathering. Her lips were darkened and slightly swollen from his kiss, her skin flushed, her eyes sparkling. He was vaguely aware of Max pushing his way up between them, his paw coming to rest on Holly’s arm.
Somewhat shaken, Adam leaned back enough to allow Holly to rise. Shit. What the hell just happened?
***
H oly earth-moving kisses, Batman . Holly knew she was moving toward the back door, but it was not by conscious effort. Her feet took care of the left-right-left-right forward motion, her hand automatically reached for and opened the door. She even managed to step out into the cool summer evening and inhale a few deep breaths.
She’d read about kisses like that. Even wrote about them herself. But she had never actually experienced one before. One minute, she and Adam were sitting next to each other; the next, his lips were on hers and she was lost. For a few minutes, everything else ceased to exist, and there was only Adam... The feel of Adam – all hot, hard, and warm. The taste of Adam – salt and sweet and spice. The scent of Adam – clean and fresh and male.
If not for Max’s interruption, would they still be kissing? Or would they have progressed to other things? Would Adam’s hand have moved to cup something other than the back of her head? Would his skilled mouth have found something besides her lips to stroke and sip? Would she have let him?
Absolutely .
Holly wrapped her arms around herself and shivered, and not from the gentle breeze. It was completely unlike her to lose control so quickly, especially over a kiss .
But good lord, what a kiss!
Holly was a very staunch advocate of the five-date rule: no sex until a minimum of five dates, and they had to be good dates that spanned a multitude of venues and activities – not just hanging out at a bar or watching a game. Since the number of men who’d actually made it that far were countable on one hand, she didn’t have a lot of
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