God, is this what kissing feels like for other people?
My thoughts are halted when she pulls away from me. Instantly, I'm alarmed, worried that she's either going to pummel me or be so disgusted that she can't even look at me.
She's panting heavily, her eyes darting toward my lips as she looks bewildered. “What?” she mutters breathlessly.
Her gorgeous eyes hold intrigue and confusion is swirling deep within them, like she's piecing together every single encounter we've had for the last five years. After all, I hate her, so why did I kiss her? I don't know, but I know that I don't want to stop, not even for a second.
I might have to stop though, so I step back and I'm about to apologize until she leans forward and brashly kisses me back, open mouthed.
Heat pools deep in my belly and my mind melts into a puddle of pure desire. I don't waste anytime pulling her into me, my hands on her waist.
Yes! Finally!
It all makes sense now; her lips on mine quenching the thirst I've held for her ever since I saw her for the first time.Wait, no!
Don't think, just kiss.
Her hands are in my hair and I smile into the kiss as I walk her towards the wall, slamming her against it. She groans out, kissing me back harder and hotter.
We're battling; even while we kiss, we're fighting for control. Really, all I'm fighting for is to get my hands on every single crevice and inch of her exquisite body.
My tongue darts out, melting in her mouth and hers does the same. I didn't realize kissing could be so perfect; I've never kissed someone so…soft before.
She tastes like every messed up thought I've ever allowed myself to have; like the sun on a warm day and the goose bumps that trail my skin on a cold one. She tastesperfect.
“God,” I groan into her mouth when she moves her hands to my ass and cups it, making me involuntarily grind into her front.
Oh, who am I kidding? It is very voluntary.
“Not God baby, I'm much worse,” she responds huskily into my mouth and I bite her bottom lip in response, watching her eyes darken.
Every inch of my body is screaming at me to rip her clothes off now, but I refrain from doing so—this is our first kiss after all. As hot as it is right now, I want it to be just that; a kiss.
My hands move to her neck as I pull her back into my mouth, our lips clashing gently and aggressively at the same time.
“I hope she's okay.”
The hushed words coming from outside the nurse's room startle me and I instantly pull myself away from Adaline, like her very touch burns my skin. She looks confused, until the door opens and Kai walks inside, looking between us two, bewildered.
“Adaline? What are you doing here?” Kai questions curiously.
We're both heaving and panting and I'm avoiding her gaze as she is mine. She looks nervous. I have never seen her look so incredibly nervous before.
“I was just coming in to get a band aid f—for something.” she stutters out, running a hand through her hair.
God, that's adorable; the way she runs her hand through her hair. How flaming red her face is and how she's stuttering over her words. She looks so irrevocably dishevelled and I can't even soak in how good that feels. Only Kai is staring at us with a smirk on his face!
He quirks an eyebrow. “Okay …”
“I'm just…gonna go,” Adaline says awkwardly and doesn't give anyone a chance to respond before she sprints out of the room.
“You look flushed,” Kai comments, crossing his arms over his chest and smiling.
Why is he smiling?
“I think I might be concussed,” I groan, holding my forehead, because honestly, just the thought of him knowing what me and Adaline were doing is giving me a headache.
Suddenly, he looks worried. “Sit down, I'll go get the nurse.”
