“Uh, we should go back,” I mutter and turn around with my heart racing inside my chest. Heat has crawled up to my neck, spreading like a slow burn. The warmth fills my cheeks, and I can feel it prickling all the way to the tips of my fingers.
I grab the seat belt with shaky hands and try to click it into place but I just can’t do it.
“Wait,” the low timbre of his deep voice sends a shiver down my spine.
Gently, he takes it from my hands and effortlessly does it.
“Thank you,” I murmur, staring at his chest and not his eyes.
He tilts my chin up and our gazes collide. “My eyes are up here.”
“I know,” I croak out in panic.
A smirk twitches his lips, then he leans closer in all seriousness. “The date has ended.”
“Not until you drive me home.”
A chuckle breaks out of him. “That’s when I’ll get my kiss?”
“You can get it here, too.” The words leave my mouth before I can think.
Heath glances down at my lips and smirks devilishly. “Give it to me, then, Rose.”
Not letting myself overthink, I place my palm over his cheek an inch closer to him. His hot labored breaths caress my lips and I shudder. But keep moving, decreasing distance between us until there isn’t any more.
Our lips meet and spark burst inside of me.
It’s like the first time. The emotions, the intensity and the feelings. But now, they are more strong.
Heath groans and delves his fingers into my hair and brings me closer to him. With that his lips move harder, kissing me deeply until I feel it in my soul.
Heat washes over me and everything inside turns to liquid warmth
When his tongue grazes the edge of my lips, I part them—hesitant, nervous—and he meets me there, slow and gentle. I can’t help but melt into him.
The world narrows to this moment. Just us.
We kiss for a while, until he focuses his attention on the side of my neck. A gasp escapes me and I hold his shoulder for support. My nerves quiver with the jolts that he sends through me, every time he places a hot, wet kiss on my skin.
“You smell so good,” he murmurs softly.
I’m wound up to tightly by the affect of his touch that I can’t let out a single word.
“And you’re so beautiful, Rose.”
No one’s ever told me that I’m beautiful. And he tells me that every chance that he gets.
“I love you,” he says, and tilts back his head to look at me.
“I love you too.”
For some strange reason, saying those words cause a twinge of sharp pain to slice through my heart. The fear buried inside of me, that something bad is going to happen to destroy this, resurfaces. And it starts stirring into a whirlwind.
Heath pecks my lips, then starts the car and drives us away from the city. But that fear lingers.
35
HEATH
