Oh, that was nice. They were touching and her body liked it very, very much. She liked it very, very much.
“Molly thinks we should kiss.” Rachel said the words in a rush. “Just do it. Get it over with. That way we’ll both get whatever this feeling is out of the way and we can decide what to do next.”
“And you think a kiss is going to do that?” He was now tracing her knuckles with his thumb.
She liked the tracing thing a lot. A whole lotta lot. “Molly suggested that we are at the jump-in-a-lake stage,
not necessarily the jump-into-bed stage. So we should just kiss and try that out before we make any other decisions.”
“What do you think?” he asked.
“I think I agree with her on this one. It’s not going to hurt anything.” Rachel shrugged but was careful not to move too much and accidentally give the impression she wanted him to drop her hand. Because she didn’t want him to drop her hand. She liked the way his tracing her skin echoed inside her. Deep inside in a place she’d forgotten existed, because no one had given it any attention in a very, very long time.
“It’s just a kiss,” Rachel said. “An experiment. Afterward, we can reevaluate. I mean, most people make the choice to let their bodies do the communication, because it’s easy. Maybe we should see what our bodies have to say.”
“This is what Molly thinks?” Travis asked. “Yes.” She nodded.
“And you agree?” He pressed a kiss to the back of her hand and released it.
Damn. She didn’t like the releasing part. The kiss part was super nice, though.
“I like things structured. That way I know they’ll go as I want them to.”
“And?”
“The truth is, I’m scared of what might happen if we both like it.” She had a feeling she was going to like it…a lot.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“No.” She didn’t.
He had that bruised look again.
But his question seemed like an important one. “Should I?”
“That’s your call, but I can promise I won’t hurt you.”
“You can’t promise that.” No one could promise that.
Especially him.
She drew in a deep breath.
“So how do you want this to go?” he asked.
“Well, I figure your mouth will press against my mouth. Then we’ll see what happens.” Rachel shifted on the sofa so their knees touched. Wait, was that what he meant? He probably knew the mechanics of kissing, so she didn’t need to provide a tutorial.
He didn’t move out of the way, he just let their knees stay there…touching.
“The thing is, as April pointed out, you might be an awful kisser,” she said, continuing to speak even though she should’ve stopped.
“I’m not.” The deep timbre was back in his voice and she was really, really into it.
She gestured to herself. “I could be an awful kisser.”
“I can already tell you that you’re not.” His gaze attached to her lips.
“You don’t know. I don’t know. We don’t know.” She was using a lot of hand gestures and should probably knock it off before she accidentally whacked him. “Let’s just do it. Get it over with. Move forward from there.”
