“Happy New Year!”Summer yells up into the sparkly sky.
“Happy New Year!”I yell, too.
And then we turn to each other.She’s smiling.She’s so pretty, at least the bottom half of her face is, which is all I can see because of the mask.So I reach out and lift it off her head.The elastic cord catches in her hair but I get it untangled.It falls to the ground.
She reaches up high and pushes my mash off too.
And now we can really see each other.I figure there’s nothing wrong with a New Year’s kiss.What harm could come of one little kiss between friends?
“Summer,” I whisper.I tighten an arm around her waist, pull her in, and drop my lips to hers.And then I can’t tell if the explosions popping off in my brain are echoes of the fireworks or something else.Am I hearing my own heart blasting wide open?Is this the sound of the lid blowing off the world?
Becausefuck yes.
I’m finally tasting her.I finally feel every inch of her softness against me.And I know I can be a real idiot at times, but I’m smart enough to see that everything is different now.
An instant ago I didn’t know.But now I do.And there’s no going back.
I’m never letting her go.
The kiss is sweet and hot.And though everything about it is new and unknown, it’s also perfect.Familiar.We fit.Because of course, we do.We always have.
Summer’s lips glide over mine and her mouth opens a little under me, the slick tip of her tongue asking me a question that I’m more than happy to answer.
Her hands slide around my body to grab my ass.She moans into my mouth.And the world is a blur of chaos and noise and pleasure as I carefully back her up against the building.
My fingers knot in her hair.My hips nudge into her.I feel her yield to me.
“So good,” she whispers against my lips.“Finally.”
“So fuckin’ good,” I answer.“Finally.”
CHAPTER 17
Summer
“You kissed me,” I say.
My forehead is pressed against Declan’s chest and my back is against a building.There’s a sea of screaming, drunk people wandering around on the sidewalk.The smell of gunpowder hangs in the air and my ears ring from the fireworks display that seemed to go on and on and on.
Like our kiss did.
The position I’m in is not all that comfortable.The building is hard, and Declan is hard.Everywhere.His chest is hard muscle and the rest… I may be a virgin, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know a hard cock when I see one.Well, feel one, anyway.
“I kissed you through the whole firework thing,” Declan says.
I pat his chest.“You’re really hard.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I mean your chest.I’ve seen you eat.You should be a lot more squishy than you are.”
“I know, but I can’t get fat.It’s annoying.Everyone else can get fat but me.Doughnuts turn into muscle.”
“Me, too.I can’t get fat, either.I’ve been the same size since I was sixteen.”
“I know.And it’s one hell of a perfect size, too.”He squeezes me tight.
“You kissed me with tongue,” I tell him.
