Page 15 of About Last Night
“I shouldn’t jump from one relationship to another.”
“Who said anything about a relationship?”
“That’s not?—”
“For now, it’s a kiss. Let me kiss you, Lizzi.”
“Then what?”
“Does it matter right now?”
“It should.”
“I think you’ve lived your life by a lot of shoulds and where did that get you?” One hand lands on my towel covered hip, the other cradles my jaw. “Maybe the only should you need to worry about is doing what you want for once.”
I want to kiss Devon with more desire than anything I can remember.
“Do you want to kiss me, Lizzi?” His mouth hovers over mine.
Without conscious thought, I lick my lips. The tip of my tongue brushes his mouth and the grumble that vibrates in his throat has my core dampening.
“Lizzi?”
“Yes. Yes, I want to kiss you.”
The smile that stretches his mouth has pleasure flashing through me. “Then youshouldkiss me.”
I don’t know if I move or he does. Either way the result is the same. Devon’s mouth on mine. Mine pressed to his. It doesn’t matter. Not when his tongue sweeps across the seam of my lips and presses inside.
Fighting his invasion is the furthest thing from my mind. Instead I open for him. Invite him in and greet him with enthusiasm. Our tongues tangle and our arms lock around each other and I can’t remember ever feeling this free.
Our kiss is passionate, ravenous, and messy, and I can’t bring myself to care that I haven’t brushed my teeth since this morning.
Warmth and need rise from my core. Muscles tighten and clench, and breathing seems an afterthought to the one circling my head.
More.
All I can think is more.
More kisses.
More heat.
More flesh on flesh.
I’ve never been bold in bed. Always waited for my partners to initiate any sexual encounter but I don’t want to take a backseat here.
With Devon I want to ask, demand—take.
My hands dive beneath his t-shirt. One heads up his back, the other burrows under his waistband. Warm skin. Hard muscles. I want to feel them with more than my hands and fingers.
I want my lips on him. Everywhere.
I want his naked body pressed to mine.
I wanthim.
The need is sharp and jagged, and I can’t fight it. Can’t fight the sensations taking me over.
