So I do.
Time seems to slow as I lower my head to hers.
The closer we get, the more right it feels.
Until we’re just a whisper apart.
So close I can smell the cool mint on her breath and the soft rose scent of her hair.
So close I can feel her heart pounding against mine.
And then.
We kiss.
Since it’s our first, I’m careful with it. Slow. Tender. Cautious.
But my body explodes with need just the same.
As I explore Hazel’s mouth, nipping and stroking and tasting, I memorize the sensation of her body pressed against mine. How her nipples pebble into hard little buds, poking at my chest. How one small hand comes to the back of my neck, her nails lightly scratching my skin. How perfect she feels in my arms, like she was made for me.
She makes a soft, sexy sound—half moan, half hum of pleasure.
My erection jumps, jerking against her belly.
Need is coiling inside me, bursting to get out.
Hazel’s hand comes to my hair, her fingers tunneling through it. She smiles against my lips before diving back into the kiss.
My body wants to take this further. From kissing her mouth to kissing her all over. To peeling off that sexy dress and taking the time to appreciate everything beneath it. Suckling on her perfect nipples that have haunted my dreams since I saw them. Moving between her legs to bring her pleasure with my mouth and tongue until she’s screaming my name.
But that’s probably a bit premature considering this is only our first kiss.
When we finally break apart, Hazel gazes at me with lust-glazed eyes. Her lips are damp and kiss-swollen and her cheeks are flushed. Her chest rises and falls as she tries to catch her breath.
Did I think she was beautiful before? It was nothing compared to this.
“Alec,” she breathes. “That was…”
I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “It was perfect.”
She stares at me for a few seconds, thoughts working in her eyes. “You don’t regret it, then?”
“Regret it?” Disbelief tinges my voice. “Of course not.” A beat, and then, “Do you?”
“No. Definitely not.”
My heart kicks back into a normal rhythm. “Okay. Good.”
“But… is it going to mess up things between us? Being friends and all?”
Take a chance.
“It won’t mess anything up,” I assure her. “Not as friends. And not as… more.”
Hazel catches her lip with her teeth. “More?”
“More than friends. Kissing again. Dating.”
