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gently sucked and nipped at my lips. It felt so good that I let a tiny moan escape.
Chapter 8
Zack
Meredith was so freaking sexy I could barely stand it. I was planning on keeping the kiss pretty tame since it was only lesson one, but she went and let out a moan. I had to stop for a second while I gathered my wits; otherwise I was liable to push her into the car so we could finish what we started.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "Am I doing it wrong?" She was acting like it was an honest question, but she was smart enough to know exactly what I was battling at that moment. She knew good and well she wasn't doing anything wrong.
"Yeah, you're really a terrible kisser, Meredith. I'm just trying to decide if there's any hope for you. Not sure if I should even bother."
"It's so funny you say that," she said. "I was actually thinking the same exact thing. About you, I mean. That was definitely not one of the more enjoyable kisses I've experienced. In fact, I had a much better time kissing that guy on the dance floor earlier tonight."
" Shiiit," I said sarcastically, implying she was joking. But she kept the straight face.
"No offense, but I think I was wrong for asking you to teach me some things since obviously I know more than you already."
I laughed in disbelief. I was just joking about her being a terrible kisser, and I thought she was joking too, but she just kept looking stone-faced about it. She looked up at me and then reached her hand behind my head, using her fingernails to gently scratch the nape of my neck as she pulled me down to her. "You shouldn't give up, though, Zack. I think you have potential." She whispered the words before putting her lips to mine again.
The only way I could describe the way kissing Meredith Blake felt was right. Her lips felt and tasted better than any others I'd ever kissed. I couldn't have dreamed up a better kiss if I tried. I took her face in my hands.
"Let's just be clear that you were joking." I hated myself for saying it, because I k new it sounded insecure, but I couldn't resist. I was way too proud to end a conversation with a girl saying I had potential. Screw that.
She smiled. " Is that your way of saying you care what I think?" She batted her eyes. "I'm flattered."
"I'm just saying… you were joking about the guy on the dance floor, right?"
She dropped her hands to her side. "Of course, you idiot. You already know how I feel about you. I've told you multiple t imes how hot I think you are." She balled her little hand up into a fist and used it to gently tap on the side of my head, as if to ask if anyone was home. "Of course I was joking. That guy smelled like garlic. Plus, he wasn't even in the bigs. He was close, looks-wise, but the garlic was just too much."
"Garlic, huh? What do I smell like?"
"You smell like laundry detergent and a super-light cologne smell, probably more likely from deodorant or shower gel than a spray." She paused for a second then added, "Oh, and I can smell whatever you were drinking. It smells like whiskey, but in a good way, like maybe you chewed a mint or something. You smell good, Zack. Freaking good. Like a guy should smell when he kisses you."
"I like how you smell too," I said. I grabbed the sides of her face and turned it, bending to put my face near her neck. It probably looked as if I was going in for a kiss, but instead I faked to the side and breathed in the clean smell of her neck. "Yep. It's good," I said. I smiled at her. It was the middle of the night, and I stared into her stormy blue eyes. I remembered how she tasted, and I wanted to taste her again. "I'm going to kiss you now," I warned. I leaned into her gently putting my lips on hers. It was hard to use such restraint when I wanted desperately to deepen the kiss.
As if she were reading my mind, Meredith lifted her chin and opened her mouth to mine. We shared a wet, hot, open-mouthed kiss, all the while managing to keep the touch really light. I was trying
Chapter 8
Zack
Meredith was so freaking sexy I could barely stand it. I was planning on keeping the kiss pretty tame since it was only lesson one, but she went and let out a moan. I had to stop for a second while I gathered my wits; otherwise I was liable to push her into the car so we could finish what we started.
"What's the matter?" she asked. "Am I doing it wrong?" She was acting like it was an honest question, but she was smart enough to know exactly what I was battling at that moment. She knew good and well she wasn't doing anything wrong.
"Yeah, you're really a terrible kisser, Meredith. I'm just trying to decide if there's any hope for you. Not sure if I should even bother."
"It's so funny you say that," she said. "I was actually thinking the same exact thing. About you, I mean. That was definitely not one of the more enjoyable kisses I've experienced. In fact, I had a much better time kissing that guy on the dance floor earlier tonight."
" Shiiit," I said sarcastically, implying she was joking. But she kept the straight face.
"No offense, but I think I was wrong for asking you to teach me some things since obviously I know more than you already."
I laughed in disbelief. I was just joking about her being a terrible kisser, and I thought she was joking too, but she just kept looking stone-faced about it. She looked up at me and then reached her hand behind my head, using her fingernails to gently scratch the nape of my neck as she pulled me down to her. "You shouldn't give up, though, Zack. I think you have potential." She whispered the words before putting her lips to mine again.
The only way I could describe the way kissing Meredith Blake felt was right. Her lips felt and tasted better than any others I'd ever kissed. I couldn't have dreamed up a better kiss if I tried. I took her face in my hands.
"Let's just be clear that you were joking." I hated myself for saying it, because I k new it sounded insecure, but I couldn't resist. I was way too proud to end a conversation with a girl saying I had potential. Screw that.
She smiled. " Is that your way of saying you care what I think?" She batted her eyes. "I'm flattered."
"I'm just saying… you were joking about the guy on the dance floor, right?"
She dropped her hands to her side. "Of course, you idiot. You already know how I feel about you. I've told you multiple t imes how hot I think you are." She balled her little hand up into a fist and used it to gently tap on the side of my head, as if to ask if anyone was home. "Of course I was joking. That guy smelled like garlic. Plus, he wasn't even in the bigs. He was close, looks-wise, but the garlic was just too much."
"Garlic, huh? What do I smell like?"
"You smell like laundry detergent and a super-light cologne smell, probably more likely from deodorant or shower gel than a spray." She paused for a second then added, "Oh, and I can smell whatever you were drinking. It smells like whiskey, but in a good way, like maybe you chewed a mint or something. You smell good, Zack. Freaking good. Like a guy should smell when he kisses you."
"I like how you smell too," I said. I grabbed the sides of her face and turned it, bending to put my face near her neck. It probably looked as if I was going in for a kiss, but instead I faked to the side and breathed in the clean smell of her neck. "Yep. It's good," I said. I smiled at her. It was the middle of the night, and I stared into her stormy blue eyes. I remembered how she tasted, and I wanted to taste her again. "I'm going to kiss you now," I warned. I leaned into her gently putting my lips on hers. It was hard to use such restraint when I wanted desperately to deepen the kiss.
As if she were reading my mind, Meredith lifted her chin and opened her mouth to mine. We shared a wet, hot, open-mouthed kiss, all the while managing to keep the touch really light. I was trying
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