Never Been Kissed(74)
What if I suck? What if I’m so bad at this, he’s never going to want to see me again? I’ll never see Matty! And still live next door and know that my shame will never move away. Alright, my entire future is being jeopardized by this one moment – if I totally suck, I’m moving back in with my parents.
“You promise you won’t be an asshole if I suck at this?” The words are clear, but said behind a fuzzy wall of my drunkenness where I can deal with any answer he provides.
“Baby, you’re not going to suck,” he says, fingers biting into the sweats at my hips, like he wants me closer.
My left hand squeezes along the side of his neck, my bad hand resting on the back of the couch, behind Hunt’s head.
“You better remember that after what comes next.” I swallow down my nerves and lick my lips. The way Hunter’s gaze zeroes in on my mouth has those razor-tipped butterfly wings in my stomach flaying me open. Jesus. My lips start itching, like a part of me knows that he can take away the discomfort as soon as our lips start touching again.
Still staring at my mouth, a small smile tugs at his lips. It makes me feel better.
“You’re really cute when you’re nervous.”
I frown. “I don’t wanna be cute. I want to be sexy.”
He laughs, deep in his throat, the rumble vibrating his chest, and pouring into mine, next to my pounding heart – that’s how close we now are.
“Cute is sexy.” He says, fingers playing with the strands of my ponytail down the length of my spine. I shiver, squeezing his thighs with mine as the goose-bumps pebble along my skin.
“If you say so.” I take a deep breath through my nose, watching his beautiful face, marvelling at the fact that I’m here – in his lap, three point four inches from his delectable mouth. It’s enough to unravel me. “Okay, okay. Ready? Here goes nothin’. Three...two...-”
Thank you baby Jesus, he kissed me before the countdown was over!
Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. I don’t know what to do, Idon’tknowwhattodo! Oh...oh, his mouth just moved under mine, and oh god, is that his tongue? I like it, I love it.
I move my mouth under his, and frak that’s even better. Holy Tardis of Gallifrey, I love kissing. Hunter sips at my bottom lip, nerve endings I didn’t know existed flaring to life, like fireworks being ignited. The itching, the buzzing along my lips rubs against his and stars explode behind my eyes, travelling down the length of my body, tightening my nipples, making that throb between my legs even sweeter.
I need more of him. I need more of Hunter.
I may have made a noise, like a moan or a whimper as I press myself closer to his big body, squeezing us closer, abs to abs, chest to chest. My left hand goes to the back of his head, holding him to me before his tongue swipes along the seam of my lips and my belly drops out. I didn’t know kissing would feel like bungee-jumping without the rope.
His kiss consumes me, until it’s all I want, all I need in my life. Fuck nerdy shirts, movies, my books, my future. This, this is a drug I’ll take all too often if he lets me. Lava has replaced the blood in my veins, and the commands my brain is pouring out are to pull him closer, to open my mouth, to taste, to lick, to suck.
Our tongues tangle and stroke each other, the rasp of his tongue against mine pulling another moan out of me. I’m dimly aware of his fingers biting into my hips... were they moving?
He tastes like sweetness and cool metal - what a hero tastes like. I swallow down his strength, needing it to move forward. I know if he asks me, I’ll let him have everything.
With that, I pull away, heaving in air. Oh Christ, he’s gorgeous. A blush tinting his cheeks, eyes closed, mouth wet from me, lips parted to deal with his own rapid breathing.
Please don’t tell me I’m awful. Please, please, please.
“It was that fucker Tommy, wasn’t it?” Hunt opens his eyes and stares at me, sucking on his lower lip, as if still wanting to taste me after we’ve stopped. My panties are ruined forever and ever now.
I shake my head, wondering what dimension I’ve landed in. “I’m not following.” I unlock my arms from him, settle my ass more firmly on his thighs so our crotches are nowhere in the danger-zone. His hands are still on my hips – proprietary, possessive. Why do I like that so much?
“That fuckwit, Tommy. Your friend with the mouth. He told you you were bad?”
My jaw unhinges and my mouth hangs open. “You think...? You think...Tommy and I?” Jesus, Sera. It’s not hard. Tell the man the fraking truth. “No. It wasn’t him.”
“Which one of your boys did it? Who lied to you?” His eyes blaze, and his mouth sets into a grim line. A thrill passes through me that I’m causing this reaction from him.