I wouldn’t regret it. I hoped he wouldn’t either.
I scooted a little closer, then a little closer. When he was a couple inches away, then just an inch, and finally, right there, right there, right there, I pressed my lips against his. Soft and gentle, like he wasn’t made of the strongest cells in all the galaxies, I kissed Alex. A peck.
I heard him inhale.
I drew back a little, then moved my head and pressed my lips to the corner of his.
He didn’t move as I angled my head to kiss the opposite side of his mouth, still as can be.
I drew back, uncertain, just a couple inches.
He moved so fast toward me that I didn’t realize what was happening until he was right there, brushing his mouth over mine.
His lips were soft.
A big, cool hand curved around my jaw, and he guided me closer. But it was me that licked his bottom lip. It was him that licked my top one. And it might have been both of us that met in the middle afterward.
His tongue touched mine, and mine decided to touch his right back.
Those firm but soft lips….
And his tongue….
I pulled back as much as I could with his hand on my face and asked in a fucking deranged whisper, “I thought you said you’d never kissed anyone before?”
“I haven’t,” he said… laser focused on my mouth.
He was awfully fucking good at it.
I wanted to kiss him again.
And he was focusing on my mouth like…
“Again?” he asked.
I didn’t answer. I leaned forward, and there was no brushing then, no casual peck. My tongue went into his mouth, and his palm was there, holding me in place, and Alex kissed me like the world was fucking ending and this was it. The last moment of our lives.
He ate at my mouth, enthusiastic, his tongue brushing mine, kissing me like he had kissed a million women before, all for this fucking moment with me. His hand held me there, gentle but firm, not letting me retreat. Not that there was anywhere else I would rather be.
Because there wasn’t. There absolutely wasn’t.
This was stupid, this was dumb, but too fucking bad.
I snuck my hand between us, palming a spot on his rib, curling into his T-shirt like he might try and back away.
He didn’t.
We kissed and we kissed, and my breathing through my nose was rough, but I wasn’t about to pull away until I absolutely had to.
And when I did, I was panting, and Alex’s face was pink, and his eyes were heavy-lidded.
His throat bobbed hard.
“Okay,” I croaked.
He was still looking at my mouth.
“Okay?” I asked like an idiot.
