but then shrugged in that cute way of hers and nodded. He swallowed hard and imagined giving her the best kiss of his life. Then that’s what he did. He moved closer to her, stopping only a millimeter from their mouths touching. Kyle whispered, “You have a very pretty mouth. Let me taste it this time.”
Then he pressed his lips against hers, moving them slowly with gentle precision. He didn’t place any additional pressure until she returned his kiss. He caressed her hair, noting that the luminous auburn strands were as soft as he’d imagined. They brushed against his hand like spun silk. He traced the outline of her lips with his tongue until she opened for him. Then he explored her mouth, finding her tongue and stroking it with his. The flavor of Lanie was indescribable except to say it was…delicious. A small moan escaped her, which reverberated between them, and Kyle deepened the kiss. He had an urge to pull her on his lap and kiss her for hours, but he restrained himself. Only when he found it was difficult to breathe did he release her. They were both panting. Kyle was relieved he had a takeout box to cover his large erection. Lanie was flushed, but she smiled brightly.
“Was that better?” Kyle asked, praying she’d enjoyed it.
“Yes, much better. What a relief,” she said and exhaled.
“A relief?”
“I’ve been reading and wondering about kissing so much, and I really didn’t like the first one. I thought I was just a bad kisser.” Her smile turned playful as she tilted her head. “Or maybe you were.”
Kyle grinned in amusement. “You’re not, Lanie.”
“Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”
Kyle knew he wasn’t a bad kisser. He had received numerous compliments on his kissable lips many times, but at this moment, her simple statement made him feel like a gold medalist.
He stood up and reached for her hand. He walked her to her car, feeling incredibly aroused and dissatisfied at the same time. She opened her door. “Bye, Professor,” she joked. Kyle caught another whiff of her incredible scent and couldn’t resist. He slammed her door shut and spun her so she was facing him.
“One more for the road.” She stared at him with a perplexed expression but didn’t back away. “I want another taste,” he said, feeling his heart race. He leaned her against the car and crushed his lips against hers. This time she ran her fingers through his hair, making him moan. He wanted to touch the curves of her body through the thick fabric of her dress, but he forced himself to concentrate all his efforts on her sexy, soft, pouty lips. When he released her, they were both breathless. Her lips were chapped, and those golden eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality. There was so much electricity between them that, if harnessed, they could power the whole damn city.
He opened the door for her.
“Good night, Kyle,” she said in a raspy voice, getting into the car.
He leaned into the car, wanting to explore her mouth again, but he settled for kissing her forehead. “Drive carefully.”
He closed the door and watched her drive away. He hadn’t planned to kiss her again, but part of him had thought the last kiss was a fluke. He’d imagined it wouldn’t be as exciting a third time. It wasn’t. It was much better.
Chapter Eight
Kyle lay on his bed, unable to sleep, wondering if Lanie was thinking about their kisses. This odd girl managed to occupy so many of his thoughts. One of his regular booty calls had texted him to come over, but he declined. The whole thing scared Kyle. There was no way he was attracted to Lanie. Moreover, he was definitely not into the virgin thing. He liked girls with experience. He was no teacher, and it wasn’t a turn-on at all. Yet he couldn’t get her out of his mind. He kept seeing her deep hazel eyes and long, slender fingers, remembering how her delicate, soft curls felt against his hands. He recalled the sweet curve of her mouth and the luscious smile
Then he pressed his lips against hers, moving them slowly with gentle precision. He didn’t place any additional pressure until she returned his kiss. He caressed her hair, noting that the luminous auburn strands were as soft as he’d imagined. They brushed against his hand like spun silk. He traced the outline of her lips with his tongue until she opened for him. Then he explored her mouth, finding her tongue and stroking it with his. The flavor of Lanie was indescribable except to say it was…delicious. A small moan escaped her, which reverberated between them, and Kyle deepened the kiss. He had an urge to pull her on his lap and kiss her for hours, but he restrained himself. Only when he found it was difficult to breathe did he release her. They were both panting. Kyle was relieved he had a takeout box to cover his large erection. Lanie was flushed, but she smiled brightly.
“Was that better?” Kyle asked, praying she’d enjoyed it.
“Yes, much better. What a relief,” she said and exhaled.
“A relief?”
“I’ve been reading and wondering about kissing so much, and I really didn’t like the first one. I thought I was just a bad kisser.” Her smile turned playful as she tilted her head. “Or maybe you were.”
Kyle grinned in amusement. “You’re not, Lanie.”
“Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.”
Kyle knew he wasn’t a bad kisser. He had received numerous compliments on his kissable lips many times, but at this moment, her simple statement made him feel like a gold medalist.
He stood up and reached for her hand. He walked her to her car, feeling incredibly aroused and dissatisfied at the same time. She opened her door. “Bye, Professor,” she joked. Kyle caught another whiff of her incredible scent and couldn’t resist. He slammed her door shut and spun her so she was facing him.
“One more for the road.” She stared at him with a perplexed expression but didn’t back away. “I want another taste,” he said, feeling his heart race. He leaned her against the car and crushed his lips against hers. This time she ran her fingers through his hair, making him moan. He wanted to touch the curves of her body through the thick fabric of her dress, but he forced himself to concentrate all his efforts on her sexy, soft, pouty lips. When he released her, they were both breathless. Her lips were chapped, and those golden eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality. There was so much electricity between them that, if harnessed, they could power the whole damn city.
He opened the door for her.
“Good night, Kyle,” she said in a raspy voice, getting into the car.
He leaned into the car, wanting to explore her mouth again, but he settled for kissing her forehead. “Drive carefully.”
He closed the door and watched her drive away. He hadn’t planned to kiss her again, but part of him had thought the last kiss was a fluke. He’d imagined it wouldn’t be as exciting a third time. It wasn’t. It was much better.
Chapter Eight
Kyle lay on his bed, unable to sleep, wondering if Lanie was thinking about their kisses. This odd girl managed to occupy so many of his thoughts. One of his regular booty calls had texted him to come over, but he declined. The whole thing scared Kyle. There was no way he was attracted to Lanie. Moreover, he was definitely not into the virgin thing. He liked girls with experience. He was no teacher, and it wasn’t a turn-on at all. Yet he couldn’t get her out of his mind. He kept seeing her deep hazel eyes and long, slender fingers, remembering how her delicate, soft curls felt against his hands. He recalled the sweet curve of her mouth and the luscious smile
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