My heart thunders. Emboldened, I trace my thumb across the outline of her jaw, cupping her cheek in my palm. It fits perfectly, like my hand was made just for her. She trembles under my touch, and it sends a shock of lust racing through my veins, desire like I’ve never known.
How can she do this to me, with just one touch?
I stroke her face, softly, memorizing every angle and plane. Every inch of skin, so sweet, every flicker in her eyes. We’re suspended here together, like the world has fallen away. Nothing but me, and her, and the tantalizing sensation of soft skin under my hands.
I slide my thumb over her lower lip, the soft pillow of pink. Brit gasps, her eyes widening, and God, it takes every ounce of self-control in my body not to ravage her right there: to claim her mouth with my own, pull her hard against me, and take the kisses I know would change my world forever.
But I have to hold back. I have to be sure this is what she needs, that everything I feel is reflected in her.
“What do you want?” My voice is hoarse with desire. I hold her gaze, desperately searching. “What is it you want tonight?”
She looks at me, and it makes my heart stop, the certainty in her gaze. Bold and steady, daring and true.
“You.”
Her answer crashes over me, a rush of exhilaration. I can’t believe I’ve heard it right, but Brit says it again, her voice steady in the quiet of the night.
“I want you.”
I wait another moment, desperate, but suddenly too scared to act. It feels like a dream, the two of us together. But even in my wildest fantasies, day-dreaming about this moment, I couldn’t have imagined the clarity in her eyes, and the sweetness on her beautiful face.
Then Brit reaches up and touches me. She strokes a strand of hair that’s fallen over my eyes, and the spark that crashes through me is electric. Alive.
And then it isn’t a choice anymore, it’s gravity. As natural as the waves still crashing before us on the shore, as perfect as the sliver of silver moon hanging in the midnight skies. I lean into her, my lips searching until they find their rightful home; capturing her glorious mouth in a kiss so sweet, I never want it to end.
Brit sways into me, and then she’s mine. Heat and softness, tender and true. And I know, deep in my bones, I’ll never be the same again.
***
He kisses like an angel. A sexy, depraved angel, who makes me forget my own name.
God.
I fall into the kiss, needing to taste it all before this dream fades away to nothing. Hunter’s tongue caresses mine, soft and sensual, sending shivers of desire like lightening through my veins.
I’ve never been kissed like this, never felt anything like it. The scent of him, the feel of his hand against my cheek, I’m overwhelmed, drowning in a dizzy pool of pure sensation, but too soon, it’s not enough. I want more.
I want everything.
As if reading my mind, Hunter slides his hand around to the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair as the other goes around my waist, pulling me in against the hard warmth of his torso.
I tremble. His muscles are solid beneath the thin fabric of his T-shirt, and I slide my hands up the planes of his back, across his broad shoulders. Hunter makes a low noise against my mouth, and then the kiss is deeper, wilder, his tongue searching and insistent as I melt against him, breathless in his arms. I can’t think, I can barely breathe, all that matters is the feel of his hands on me, and the dark, dangerous pleasure of his mouth on mine.
All the boys I’ve kissed before, all the fumbled, selfish groping, it’s nothing now that Hunter is kissing me. They were just boys, I realize.
Hunter... Hunter is a man.
He finally pulls away, gasping for air. The look in his eyes is wild, burning with desire for me. I feel an answering ache, low between my thighs, a hunger that demands to be satisfied.
“God, Brit,” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. “You’re so beautiful.”
I flush. He’s not the first guy to ever tell me that, but he’s the first one I believe.
In answer, I reach for him again, sliding my hands through his silken hair and pulling his mouth back to mine, where it belongs, to taste him all over again.
This kiss is deeper, darker, a lit fuse burning closer to detonation. I press myself against him, wild with abandon, not caring what he might think, or how it looks, only caring about the heat of our bodies and the feel of his lips, and the fire racing in my veins, driving me closer to the edge.
I’ve never wanted anything like this, never felt such raging passion. It’s consuming me, crashing through my defenses and leaving me shaking and reckless in his arms. Hunter tears his lips from mine, but before I can make a noise of protest, he kisses his way down my neck and along the sensitive hollow of my collarbone, making me moan with the pleasure of his lips. I feel him gasp against me, and then his hand is sliding around to my front, brushing softly against my breast with a delicious pressure that makes me shudder under his touch.