Okay, now that surprises me. Didn’t college guys want to be with party girls? He’s putting his education first? I feel like I’m being sucked into a vortex of uncertainty, my original notions about him swirling around in contradiction to what I’m hearing now and from our recent nightly chats, combined with my friend’s feedback.
“Hmm,” Cal mutters. “What, no classic April comeback?”
I shake my head. “No. That’s really sensible of you to put your future first and to call things off if it felt wrong. I’m sure that wasn’t easy to do.”
“This time, I know what is right for me.” Cal murmurs huskily, leaning closer. I shoot out my hand, stalling his progress, my palm resting on that hot and hard naked chest of his. I stare at my fingers, watching them spread open of their own accord, wanting to touch more of him. He’s so close, I can feel his warm breath on my collarbone and I almost whimper.
“That’s just lust talking,” I return.
“What do you know of it?” he asks with a smirk.
“I might be a virgin, but I understand desire.”
He gives me a panty-melting smile. “And do you desire me, April?”
His deep voice sends a quiver through me, but I shake my head vehemently, unable to speak, knowing the longing in my voice will give me away. Regardless, he doesn’t look convinced at my evasion.
“What about when we were kissing? I know you felt it,” he declares, lifting his hand to cover mine. I can feel his rapid heartbeat, and it matches the frantic pace of mine.
“Felt what?”
“The connection, the sparks,” Cals says passionately, twining his fingers with mine.
“That was a fluke,” I retort shaking my head, and he immediately drops my hand, which falls to my side with a smack.
His brown eyes go wide. “A fluke?”
I nod again, trying to swallow past the lump forming in my throat. “It was just the stars, the cold night, a shared blanket.”
“More like it was our mouths, tongues, and shared bodies!”
“I was half asleep,” I argue.
“You felt very much awake to me,” he defends, his eyes dark with agitation. I lick my lips, and his gaze follows my unconscious action. “Alrighty then, let’s test out this fluke theory of yours.”
Startled, I look around my room. “Now? Here?”
He shrugs. “Sure. I don’t need a meteor shower to prove that our kiss was fucking spectacular.”
“Kiss again?” I repeat aloud, more to myself than to him, but Cal nods anyway.
Maybe a kiss litmus test is just the thing to put an end to whatever butterflies I’ve been feeling fluttering around lately. I’m sure it was only the magic of the night and if we were to kiss again, it would be awkward and uncomfortable like my previous smooches have been. Hell, maybe my poor lip locking history is making Cal’s kiss seem better than it was in the first place. One way to find out.
“One more kiss,” I say.
“One more kiss,” he agrees, scooting closer, and I don’t stop him this time. His now familiar, clean scent invades my senses. As if recalling the last time I inhaled him so, my skin breaks out in goose bumps.
Cal leans in, placing a hand on both sides of my hips, trapping me beneath my comforter. I can see the tension in his ripped arms as he shifts his weight and pulls up closer. I almost fall back on my pillow, ready to lie under him in submission. It takes all my willpower to stay upright and to meet his passionate stare, and I’m glad I do. Cal’s eyes are sparkly and warm, and the enticing sight evaporates the last of my resolve.
I reach up and dig my hand into his bicep, pulling him closer. He kisses me, tilting my chin up with one hand for a second so he can lean in deeper before returning his hand to my waist to touch me or for stability I’m not sure.
Like last time, he brushes, nibbles and tastes my lips before entering, and when he does, my tongue attacks his. If this is supposed to be just one more kiss, then I want it to go on forever. Gripping his neck, I mash our lips closer reaching for something I know he can give me.
I take back everything I ever said about kissing. This … well, this is magical, hot, all the descriptors I once scoffed at.
I’m not sure how much time has passed when I realize I am flat on my back and Cal’s glorious body is on top of me. Still, he’s bracing himself on his elbows so he doesn’t crush me. Not that I’d be opposed to that. No, I want his full weight on me and in me.
He moves one hand into my short hair and tugs it slightly. I moan when his mouth leaves mine but am repaid with his tongue trailing across my jaw and down into the crook of my neck where he sucks my tender flesh into his mouth. Yes! Oh, God yes! I do freakin’ love neck kisses, thanks to Cal, and I move my face so I can deliver the same shivering torture. The smooth flesh of my cheek brushes against the stubble of his facial hair and sends a teasing, electric current through me. I like the feeling so much that I brush back and forth a couple of times like a cat before sucking just below his chin where his beard stops and reveals smooth skin for my feasting.
