My Paige. Beautiful, nervous and completely unaware of how hard my heart was hammering.
I stroked her cheek, the pad of my thumb brushing along her bottom lip.
She stopped talking instantly.
There were rumors about me. How I was a player. But I had never kissed anyone because I was saving my first real kiss for her.
Maybe it was foolish to wait. But now… maybe my dream might come true.
So I leaned closer and kissed her.
It was awkward at first with our teeth bumping. Her hands hesitated before grabbing my shirt like she didn’t know what to do with them. My lips tingled, and my heart raced. She made a tiny squeak that nearly made me laugh against her mouth.
But then it got better. Softer, sweeter and fucking perfect.
We pulled away, both of us breathless. The air in the room felt electric and charged with lust.
I wanted to take her home and strip her out of her stupid perfect dress.
“Oh wow,” she whispered.
I barely had time to swallow before she grabbed me by the front of my shirt and tugged me down again.
“More.”
I could never say no to her. Her demand was an order.
So I kissed her again, harder this time. Her body pressed against mine, warm and soft, with her hands sliding up my arms, around my shoulders, then into my hair. I groaned when she tugged lightly and arched into me.
I was so fucking done for.
My lips trailed down to her neck, tasting her skin and breathing her in. She let out a small, helpless moan that nearly unraveled every bit of control I had. I was so fucking hard, my cock aching for her?—
Knock knock.
We both pulled away.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her lips swollen. I wanted to stay and demand another seven minutes.
Another seventy.
But I slipped out and went straight to an empty bathroom, splashing water on my face, trying to calm my racing pulse and the very obvious problem straining against my jeans. I don’t think my dick had ever felt so hard before.
My cheeks were burning when I checked my reflection in the mirror. My blue eyes were glazed, pupils dilated.
I’ll tell her tomorrow. Once she was sober. Once we were alone.
But when I stepped back into the hallway?—
She was laughing with none other than Jack Mitchell.
She looked happy looking at him like he had hung the fucking moon.
When she saw me, she rushed over and grabbed my hands, her face bright with excitement.
“You have no idea how hot my first kiss was!”
My stomach dropped.
