“Let me kiss you. Just once.” I don’t even try to disguise the plea in my tone as I repeat what I said earlier. “If you feel nothing, then we can put this behind us.”
“And if I feel everything?” she asks in a small voice. “What then?”
I nod in the direction of her hallway, which I know leads to the bedrooms. “Then I’ll peel those illegal shorts from your stunning body and show you just how reckless I can be.”
20
. . .
Drew
Will still has his left hand under my chin, demanding all of my attention.
I’ve never wanted a man’s mouth to cover mine more than I do right now.
I’m scared, excited, nervous, and hopeful. Of course I’m going to feel his kiss all the way to the tips of my toes, and when I do, he’ll haul me into his bare, chiseled chest and peel my soaked sleep shorts down my legs, just as he promised he would.
I want this. I know it deep in the pit of my gut, and even though agreeing to a kiss is the worst idea for us both, it’s surely futile to ignore its inevitability.
He looms like a Viking, waiting on me to finally give in and let him command the next however many hours between us. But regardless of my need, I’m still hesitant to throw caution to the wind and tell him yes.
Will’s lips inch closer to mine, and our breaths mingle.
It’s been so long since I last kissed a guy, and nerves flutter around my body like I’m a preteen at the school dance, desperate for her date to make the first move.
Fortunately for me, Will is the kind of guy who needs no encouragement, a confident grin overtaking his expression while he pins me in place with his gaze.
“How long do you plan on leaving me hanging here? I’m asking for a friend.”
His hand slides from beneath my chin to the nape of my neck, and I imagine this is his favorite way to kiss a girl. His large palm feels dominant, and because all willpower has left the building, I wet my lips on reflex.
“Do you have somewhere you need to be?” I counter.
“No,” he whispers into the shell of my ear. “I have all night and all morning, too, if necessary.”
I tingle all over, sparks firing into every nerve ending.
Women don’t stand a chance when it comes to the charm this boy can unleash whenever he sets his sights on what he wants.
“I …” I break off and force another breath into my lungs. “I want to kiss you, but I’m scared, knowing everything will change when we do.”
Will’s eyes drop to my mouth. “True. I’ll be insatiable, needing to taste you each chance I get.”
“And what about our careers?” I ask, excitement giving way to fear. “Nothing will be the same once we cross that line.”
His fingers toy with the loose hair at the back of my neck. “Or maybe nothing has to change at all.”
I balk. “Oh, come on. We both know I’d have to quit as your publicist, and then questions would be asked about why we could no longer work together, and then?—”
And then he’s kissing me, and every single spiraling thought—positive or catastrophic—exits my brain as it fights to keep my body upright while processing how this could possibly be the first time we’ve done this.
It feels natural and spectacular at the same time. I feel like, despite knowing I’m not a virgin, this is the only time a man has put his hands on my body and truly made it count.
He promised just one kiss, although he never specified how long it would last. I hope it never ends.
“God, Jesus,” he mumbles against my lips.
“Don’t stop,” I quietly beg, and now he’s smiling against them too.
