Page 6 of Clueless
She doesn’t hesitate.
In milliseconds, her mouth is molded to mine, her hands gripping my face tightly. And the kiss is anything but sweet. It’s hot, feverish, uncontrolled. Her tongue finds mine immediately, swiping at it. The taste of cherries invade my senses, and I want nothing more than to taste every single inch of her.
Lauren pulls back, eyes heavy and hooded. Her lipsare swollen, lower face the slightest bit agitated from the scruff of my beard. “Sean?”
My voice is hoarse. “Yeah?”
“I want this.”
Thank fuck.
I grab the back of her head and slam my mouth to hers this time, desperately needing to devour her. I genuinely can’t get enough of her, and I already know I’m going to be sad when this night officially comes to an end.
As if she can read my thoughts, she pulls away. “What happens after this?”
I stare at her. “I take you home.”
“Will I see you again?”
Raising a hand, I wipe at my beard. “I don’t know.”
The answer makes her pause, and for a second, I wonder if I’ve completely fucked everything up. But I promised her that I would be honest, and while a one-night stand and kinky shenanigans sound fantastic, I don’t know if I’m ready for anything more so soon.
Let alone Noah.
Just as I go to lift her off me, accepting what is, she shocks me by pressing against me and forcing a hiss out of my mouth. “Whatever. Make my fantasy come true. We have tonight.”
