each other. Was he supposed to say something? Do something? Wait for her to do something?
Amusement flirted with the edge of her mouth, as if she sensed his quandary. “In case you’re wondering,” she said with a hint of humor, “I had a good time this evening.”
Her comment made him feel like he’d landed in a game of Jeopardy , where the answer came before the question. Idiot , he told himself. You were supposed to ask if she had a good time—despite the fact that you deceived her for most of the evening.
“I, um.” He cleared his throat. “Me too. Had a good time, that is.”
“I’m glad.” She tipped her face up and the porch light sparkled in her eyes as she laid her free hand on his cheek.
Just like that, his brain clicked off and he stopped thinking. He just did it. He kissed her.
His lips pressed hers in a ridiculously chaste kiss that nonetheless made his pulse spike. Then, oh yeah, she softened against him, tipping her head for a better angle. Their mouths brushed in a way that sent heat roaring through his whole system. He wanted more. He wanted to taste her. Needed to taste her. His tongue flicked out, touching her lips, questioning. Her lips parted in answer, and with the next breath his tongue was inside her mouth.
God, she tasted so good. He wanted to devour her. Letting himself go, his mouth and tongue played with hers. He felt her arms go around his neck. Her body moved forward so her breasts made light contact with his chest. It wasn’t enough. He wrapped his arms around the small of her back, and pulled her all the way against him. Her soft, full breasts molded against his hard chest. Her belly pressed against his groin. The instant it did, he went from semi-aroused to rock hard. Having her in his arms felt so freaking good, he lowered one of his hands to her bottom, and pressed her more tightly against him.
With a moan, her head tipped back, breaking the glorious contact of their mouths. Deprived of her lips, he trailed kisses down her delicious neck. Her pulse throbbed against his lips. He wanted to suckle her there, and leave his mark.
He nearly did.
Except, she laughed.
And he froze.
His brain clicked back on. Shock hit him like a bucket of cold water. He thought for one second she was laughing at him. Had this been a joke? Humiliation and anger started to rise, until the throaty satisfaction of her laugh registered. Followed by the realization of how tightly their bodies had tangled together.
Shit, how had this happened? He’d wanted to kiss her goodnight, an appropriate end-of-a-first-date kiss. Not practically have standing sex with her on her porch.
Intending to apologize, he lifted his head, a move that took effort with her hands buried in his hair. One of her legs had come up so the inside of her thigh pressed against the outside of his. Apparently, that bucket of shock hadn’t been enough to douse his arousal, since his erection remained happily wedged between them. A little too happily to be ignored.
She laughed again, lowering her head, and he saw the most amazing look on her face. Her eyes blazed with desire from behind heavy lids.
“Wow,” she said, her sigh filled with awe. “That was really… wow.”
Embarrassment vanished as wonder filled him. She’d liked that out-of-control kiss. She liked him . “Does that mean you want to see me again?”
“I think you can take that as a yes.” She lowered her leg in a slow glide down his own.
He wanted to pull it back up, all the way to his waist, but he loosened his arms and let their bodies separate.
“When?” he asked. Resting his hands on her hips, he created space between them even as his body whimpered for him to pull her closer. Rub against her. Bury himself inside her.
“Tomorrow?” she asked with a smile that made his head spin.
“Tomorrow.” He nodded, taking a deep breath in an effort to slow his pounding heart. “What time?”
“That depends on what you want to
Amusement flirted with the edge of her mouth, as if she sensed his quandary. “In case you’re wondering,” she said with a hint of humor, “I had a good time this evening.”
Her comment made him feel like he’d landed in a game of Jeopardy , where the answer came before the question. Idiot , he told himself. You were supposed to ask if she had a good time—despite the fact that you deceived her for most of the evening.
“I, um.” He cleared his throat. “Me too. Had a good time, that is.”
“I’m glad.” She tipped her face up and the porch light sparkled in her eyes as she laid her free hand on his cheek.
Just like that, his brain clicked off and he stopped thinking. He just did it. He kissed her.
His lips pressed hers in a ridiculously chaste kiss that nonetheless made his pulse spike. Then, oh yeah, she softened against him, tipping her head for a better angle. Their mouths brushed in a way that sent heat roaring through his whole system. He wanted more. He wanted to taste her. Needed to taste her. His tongue flicked out, touching her lips, questioning. Her lips parted in answer, and with the next breath his tongue was inside her mouth.
God, she tasted so good. He wanted to devour her. Letting himself go, his mouth and tongue played with hers. He felt her arms go around his neck. Her body moved forward so her breasts made light contact with his chest. It wasn’t enough. He wrapped his arms around the small of her back, and pulled her all the way against him. Her soft, full breasts molded against his hard chest. Her belly pressed against his groin. The instant it did, he went from semi-aroused to rock hard. Having her in his arms felt so freaking good, he lowered one of his hands to her bottom, and pressed her more tightly against him.
With a moan, her head tipped back, breaking the glorious contact of their mouths. Deprived of her lips, he trailed kisses down her delicious neck. Her pulse throbbed against his lips. He wanted to suckle her there, and leave his mark.
He nearly did.
Except, she laughed.
And he froze.
His brain clicked back on. Shock hit him like a bucket of cold water. He thought for one second she was laughing at him. Had this been a joke? Humiliation and anger started to rise, until the throaty satisfaction of her laugh registered. Followed by the realization of how tightly their bodies had tangled together.
Shit, how had this happened? He’d wanted to kiss her goodnight, an appropriate end-of-a-first-date kiss. Not practically have standing sex with her on her porch.
Intending to apologize, he lifted his head, a move that took effort with her hands buried in his hair. One of her legs had come up so the inside of her thigh pressed against the outside of his. Apparently, that bucket of shock hadn’t been enough to douse his arousal, since his erection remained happily wedged between them. A little too happily to be ignored.
She laughed again, lowering her head, and he saw the most amazing look on her face. Her eyes blazed with desire from behind heavy lids.
“Wow,” she said, her sigh filled with awe. “That was really… wow.”
Embarrassment vanished as wonder filled him. She’d liked that out-of-control kiss. She liked him . “Does that mean you want to see me again?”
“I think you can take that as a yes.” She lowered her leg in a slow glide down his own.
He wanted to pull it back up, all the way to his waist, but he loosened his arms and let their bodies separate.
“When?” he asked. Resting his hands on her hips, he created space between them even as his body whimpered for him to pull her closer. Rub against her. Bury himself inside her.
“Tomorrow?” she asked with a smile that made his head spin.
“Tomorrow.” He nodded, taking a deep breath in an effort to slow his pounding heart. “What time?”
“That depends on what you want to
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