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shook his head. “I didn’t ask about your Dad, Madison. I asked what you wanted to do with your life.”
“Oh,” I felt my cheeks pool with another pink blush and I looked down to my feet. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Try me.”
I shook my head. “Maybe one day.”
He cut me off, sliding his finger beneath my chin to tip my face up to meet his. “Today. I’m never going to judge you, sweetheart. Never.”
“I want to write,” I blurted the dream I had kept to myself for years, before slamming my eyes closed tightly against the laughter I feared I would see in his eyes.
“Do you write now?” It didn’t sound like he was laughing.
I nodded, but I didn’t open my eyes. “Yes.”
“I bet you write beautifully.” His voice sounded so much closer than it had at first. I felt my heart flutter as I opened my eyes to see his only a breath away.
“Austin,” I whispered his name, feeling my blood rush through my veins, as I looked into the deep blue of his eyes—losing myself.
“I want to kiss you, Madison,” he said. His voice was so deep, so raw, and gravelly. God, I wanted that too. I wanted him to kiss me like I wanted to see the sun rise tomorrow morning. I wanted to taste his lips like I wanted to taste water after a walk in the desert. I wanted him. “Tell me I can kiss you.”
My breath caught as I nodded.
“Tell me,” he whispered in a ragged plea. “Tell me you want me to kiss you.”
“Kiss me, Austin,” I whispered, feeling my eyelids flutter closed as he moved even closer to me. His body pressed mine against the edge of the counter, caging me in.
My breath hitched as I felt his lips close over mine. They were so warm, and so impossibly soft. I expected him to kiss me, press his lips against mine, and pull away, but he didn’t.
His lips moved against mine slowly at first, working me into a passionate rhythm that encouraged the coven of butterflies to flutter in my belly. My core clenched tightly with a new bloom of need. My heart was pounding in my chest, pumping blood faster, and drumming loudly against my eardrums.
His finger beneath my chin turned to his hand cupping my jaw, before sliding into my hair to grip the nape of my neck. His entire body dwarfed mine, encasing me in all that he was, against his counter. We were chest to chest, hip to hip, mouth to mouth when I felt him pull my bottom lip between his lips, sucking gently. I had never in my life experienced anything sweeter or more erotic than this moment. My entire entity felt alive—the blood in my veins turning to lava.
When he released my lip, I expected him to pull back, but still, he didn’t. His mouth covered mine once again, more urgent this time. I felt his tongue trace the line of my lips pleading for entrance I didn’t have the will to deny him. At the feel of his tongue slipping into my mouth, tasting my own, I moaned. The sound must have been the urging he needed to forget himself because he deepened the kiss even more. My lips felt bruised and I was breathless, but I didn’t care. I could die this very moment and feel content with the fact that I had lived.
Austin dropped his hand from my waist to my thigh, still kissing me. He gripped my thigh, pulling my knee upward before hiking me up onto the counter. I gasped against his mouth and he swallowed my sound, kissing me as though his very life depended on it. It didn’t take long for me to lose myself in his kiss once again, and before I knew it, my hands were in his long hair, my fingers knotting around his thick dark locks.
Tugging my hips forward over the counter, I felt his hips settle between my legs—and I felt the hardness of his arousal through our jeans. My brain snapped me back from my lust filled haze and I pulled away from him, my face flaming.
“Austin,” I gripped his shoulders beneath my hands before dropping my forehead over the back of my right palm where it rested on his shoulder. “I can’t do this.”
“Do what,
“Oh,” I felt my cheeks pool with another pink blush and I looked down to my feet. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Try me.”
I shook my head. “Maybe one day.”
He cut me off, sliding his finger beneath my chin to tip my face up to meet his. “Today. I’m never going to judge you, sweetheart. Never.”
“I want to write,” I blurted the dream I had kept to myself for years, before slamming my eyes closed tightly against the laughter I feared I would see in his eyes.
“Do you write now?” It didn’t sound like he was laughing.
I nodded, but I didn’t open my eyes. “Yes.”
“I bet you write beautifully.” His voice sounded so much closer than it had at first. I felt my heart flutter as I opened my eyes to see his only a breath away.
“Austin,” I whispered his name, feeling my blood rush through my veins, as I looked into the deep blue of his eyes—losing myself.
“I want to kiss you, Madison,” he said. His voice was so deep, so raw, and gravelly. God, I wanted that too. I wanted him to kiss me like I wanted to see the sun rise tomorrow morning. I wanted to taste his lips like I wanted to taste water after a walk in the desert. I wanted him. “Tell me I can kiss you.”
My breath caught as I nodded.
“Tell me,” he whispered in a ragged plea. “Tell me you want me to kiss you.”
“Kiss me, Austin,” I whispered, feeling my eyelids flutter closed as he moved even closer to me. His body pressed mine against the edge of the counter, caging me in.
My breath hitched as I felt his lips close over mine. They were so warm, and so impossibly soft. I expected him to kiss me, press his lips against mine, and pull away, but he didn’t.
His lips moved against mine slowly at first, working me into a passionate rhythm that encouraged the coven of butterflies to flutter in my belly. My core clenched tightly with a new bloom of need. My heart was pounding in my chest, pumping blood faster, and drumming loudly against my eardrums.
His finger beneath my chin turned to his hand cupping my jaw, before sliding into my hair to grip the nape of my neck. His entire body dwarfed mine, encasing me in all that he was, against his counter. We were chest to chest, hip to hip, mouth to mouth when I felt him pull my bottom lip between his lips, sucking gently. I had never in my life experienced anything sweeter or more erotic than this moment. My entire entity felt alive—the blood in my veins turning to lava.
When he released my lip, I expected him to pull back, but still, he didn’t. His mouth covered mine once again, more urgent this time. I felt his tongue trace the line of my lips pleading for entrance I didn’t have the will to deny him. At the feel of his tongue slipping into my mouth, tasting my own, I moaned. The sound must have been the urging he needed to forget himself because he deepened the kiss even more. My lips felt bruised and I was breathless, but I didn’t care. I could die this very moment and feel content with the fact that I had lived.
Austin dropped his hand from my waist to my thigh, still kissing me. He gripped my thigh, pulling my knee upward before hiking me up onto the counter. I gasped against his mouth and he swallowed my sound, kissing me as though his very life depended on it. It didn’t take long for me to lose myself in his kiss once again, and before I knew it, my hands were in his long hair, my fingers knotting around his thick dark locks.
Tugging my hips forward over the counter, I felt his hips settle between my legs—and I felt the hardness of his arousal through our jeans. My brain snapped me back from my lust filled haze and I pulled away from him, my face flaming.
“Austin,” I gripped his shoulders beneath my hands before dropping my forehead over the back of my right palm where it rested on his shoulder. “I can’t do this.”
“Do what,
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