Page 77 of Securing the Pucking Rebound

“Fuck. Really?”

“Don’t give me a chance to come to my senses.”

“Shit, yeah. You’re right. I should be blowing your mind instead.”

And then, finally, after what feels like a lifetime of teasing, he lowers his head, his eyes locked on mine as if he’s waiting for me to back out.

But I won’t. Not this time.

This time, just for a few moments, I let myself indulge in my wildest fantasy.

I allow myself to be his.

23

CALVIN

The second our lips collide, I feel like that preteen boy again.

Nerves rattle through me, and my hands tremble as my lips brush against hers tentatively.

Sienna has no idea, but she was my first kiss. And I’d be more than happy if she were my last, too.

Honestly, I’m expecting her to change her mind and rip the rug right out from under me.

But she doesn’t.

Instead, she lifts her arms, wraps them around my neck, and pulls me closer, kissing me harder. And I am fucking here for it.

Her purse and jacket hit the floor with a thud so that I can reach up and cup her jaw as my lips part, my tongue sneaking out to taste her.

I might have kissed more women than I can count over the years, but the second her tongue comes out to join mine, they’re all wiped away. Every other sexual encounter is forgotten. Every other woman no longer exists.

There was the kiss we shared that summer on our last night together, and then there’s this.

There’s nothing in between.

Just us.

My fingers sink into her hair, allowing me to tilt her head back a little more so I can deepen our kiss. The second I lick into her mouth, she lets out this little groan that hits me right in the dick.

I’m so fucking hard for her right now, it should be embarrassing. But I’ve been waiting for this for fifteen years, and it’s so much better than I thought it would be.

Time ceases to exist as she drags her tongue against mine, tasting me while I indulge in remembering everything about her.

The only thing that would make this better would be if she remembered too.

The need to tell her everything burns through me, but the fear of her being pissed at me for hiding it from the beginning is only growing, and it forces me to keep my mouth shut so I can indulge a little longer.

Her fingers sink into my hair, pulling at the too-long length at the nape of my neck as we devour each other.

One moment it feels like our kiss has lasted forever, and then, our lips part and I realize that it was nowhere near long enough.

I lean in to start all over again, but Sienna’s hand presses against my chest, stopping me.

I blink, trying to drag my head back to the here and now.

Big, dark gray eyes stare up at me, and when my gaze drops, I find her swollen lips glistening and oh-so tempting.