Giving in to my guilty fantasy, I imagine I’m the woman he’s pinning to the wall, and tilting my head, I tug my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Caught you red-handed,” Easton suddenly says.
“Oh my God!” I dart to my feet, turn the TV off, and throw the remote somewhere on the floor.
Crap!
Taking a few steps closer to where he’s standing at the foot of the stairs, I say, “I’m so sorry. It’s not what it looks like.”
It’s precisely what it looks like. I was drooling over Easton, and he caught me. Dear God, please let the ground open up and swallow me whole.
“I couldn’t sleep, and when I put on Netflix, I saw the movie, and it’s really good, so I thought I could watch it again because you’re asleep, which you clearly aren’t, and you’re seriously a good actor.” I point at the TV, then ask the worst question I can possibly ask under the current circumstances,“How difficult is it to kiss someone like that? Do you have to like the woman, or do you just go wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am?”
Dammit, Nova! For the love of all that’s holy, please shut up.
“It’s all an act,” he chuckles, sounding amused with me.
At least he’s not angry.
“Want me to show you?” he asks.
Not understanding his question, I grunt like an idiot, “Huh?”
He shrugs as he moves closer. “I can show you.”
“How to act?” I ask, my tone way too high-pitched.
“No.” He takes another step closer to me, and the light coming through the sliding doors makes everything suddenly feel intense and intimate. “How to kiss like I do in a movie.”
I tilt my head sharply, thinking I must be fast asleep and this is turning into the best dream I’ve ever had.
Easton lifts his hand and wraps his fingers around the back of my neck, and I swear, my heart sets off at such a crazy pace there’s a strong possibility it might beat right out of my chest.
“Ready?” he asks.
I have zero brain function to say anything, and not thinking about the repercussions, I nod.
Easton’s features tighten until he looks at me as if I’m the only woman who matters to him.
Holy shit.
There’s an intense fluttering in my stomach, and my breaths come in shallow, quick puffs.
His grip on the back of my neck tightens, and as his face comes closer to mine, my heart all but stops. I hold my breath, and the moment his lips touch mine, every single one of my senses zooms in on him.
Yes. Oh God, yes.
The feel of his mouth pressing against mine is overwhelmingly glorious, and I don’t even care about the needy moan drifting from me.
His tongue brushes along the seam of my lips, and it sends shock waves of good feelings rushing through me as I open for him to enter.
A deep groan rumbles from Easton, then I’m yanked flush with his body. His tongue plunges into my mouth, and a powerful tremble rocks my body.
Somehow, I grab hold of his sides, and it’s only then I realize he’s not wearing a shirt. Feeling his skin beneath my palms and having his mouth on mine is the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced.
A gasp bursts from me, and the next second, the kiss spirals into a wild war of desire and desperation to taste as much as possible of each other.
At least, that’s how it feels for me.
