His nostrils flare, chest rising as he takes two steps forward, surrounding me with his body. His voice is rough as he crouches down to look me in the eye. “You sure, Mads?”
“So sure,” I sigh.
One arm slips around my lower back, pulling me in close while the other cradles the nape of my neck, his fingers threading gently through my hair.
He doesn’t hesitate any longer, pressing his lips to mine. Our kiss is soft and tender in a way that causes my eyes to flutter closed without thought.
Time slows, our kiss is unhurried, allowing me to memorize every second.
It’s everything I’ve always imagined my first kiss would be and so much more.
The overwhelming feeling of this moment is only heightened as he continues, deepening our connection ever so slightly as he presses his body forward, enough to send my heart racing.
His lips are pillowy, impossibly soft, molding perfectly to mine, like they were made to fit there.
Too soon, he raises his mouth from mine and connects our foreheads.
He looks down at me with a small smile playing on his lips. “You good?”
I nod.
“Nervous?”
I swallow hard, feeling my face flush, willing myself to say something witty and playful, but all I can manage is the truth. “A bit.”
Nervous that I’m too inexperienced. Scared of embarrassing myself when I know a boy like Nate has probably kissed plenty of girls before me.
As if he’s heard my thoughts, he lets out a slight growl. “You are perfect. The kiss, Mads, was fucking incredible. Everything about this moment, about this day, isperfect.”
For a second, I forget to breathe. But when his lips descend on mine again, I’m not worried anymore because I finally realize why Nate feels so special.
It’s becausehe’s the onebreathing life into me.
Without thinking, I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders, clinging to him like I never want to let him go.
He traces the fullness of my bottom lip before opening slightly and sweeping his tongue through my parted mouth. We tangle in a wild dance of fire, and my insides flip with excitementas our kiss turns frantic. It’s different than before, now neither of us is holding back, acting only on pure instinct and feelings.
A soft moan that I realize is mine echoes quietly between us. I am shocked at my eager response. Which only causes Nate to lose it, pressing his body harder against mine.
Is that?
Oh god, he’s hard…and I’m not talking about his abs.
Ahh.
The thought of it should make me run. Instead, I have this innate need to touch more of him.
Unsure at first, my hands finally find their way to his T-shirt, gripping the fabric like an anchor. His chest heaves under my touch, and when he pulls back just enough to look at me, I see something in his expression that makes my stomach flutter.
“Not so bad, right?” he murmurs, his thumb tracing a light circle over the apple of my cheek.
I let out a breathy laugh, still dazed. “I don’t know yet. I think I need to try again to be sure.”
He lets out a loud guttural laugh, which is the biggest mistake he could have made.
“Davenport.” Mason’s furious voice echoes through the quiet night, breaking up our perfect moment.
“Fuck,” Nate grumbles. “There’s food in your fridge. I’m glad I stocked it earlier. I feel terrible that we missed dinner.”
