Page 21 of Darling Venom
“Frisky?” He grinned. He liked this new topic, which annoyed me. “Is that what you youngsters call it these days?”
I swatted his chest. “You know what I mean. Making out sucks. I want my money back.”
He threw the penny my way.
“Here. But don’t sell yourself short. A girl like you is worth at least…” He gave me a meaningful once-over, raking his eyes over my legs, boobs, then face. “Five bucks, easy.”
I shoved at his chest again.
He chuckled, tickling me. I squirmed, flattening my back against the roof as I tried pushing him away. He was on top of me in no time. It felt calculated without it being calculated.
We breathed heavily as his fingers poked my ribs and side boobs, and I belly-laughed. I pretended to kick him without really making an effort.
Kellan stopped abruptly. We stared at each other, panting, his entire weight on me, our lips inches from one another.
Something in the atmosphere changed. Everything became heavier, thicker, sweeter. The wind still blew on our faces, but I didn’t feel it anymore.
I wondered which girls he’d been with.
Their names.
If he liked any of them.
It horrified me that he had a secret life I wasn’t aware of.
Kellan leaned over me. Condensation skulked from his mouth when he spoke. “So, tell me about your bad first kiss, Dicks.”
I licked my lips, my throat bobbing.
It occurred to me that I was going to kiss him.
He is going to kiss me.
We are going to kiss.
This might change everything.
I wanted it to. Not necessarily in a boyfriend/girlfriend type of way. I just wanted to be a constant in his life. To have my finger on the pulse.
His pulse.
I scrunched my nose. “It was very wet.”
He groaned, his eyes dropping to my lips.
I rolled my eyes. “The kiss, you pervert.”
My mouth magneted toward his.
Slowly. Tentatively. Maddeningly.
His gray eyes held mine prisoner.
“Continue,” he croaked.
“And kind of messy, but not in a good way.”
My breath was short and heavy. Our lips were an inch from one another. My stomach flipped like I was on a rollercoaster. My body was rioting, my senses heightening. Everything was warm and gooey and right.
