Page 57 of His Reckless Freshman

I was just going in for a simple peck, but the second our lips connect, I increase the pressure. Because it feels right, natural, easy.

She grips my wrist, leaning into the kiss, and I can tell she’s enjoying it.

I am too, although I don’t want to enjoy it this much.

I’m about to pull away when she parts her lips and runs her tongue along mine. Natural instinct has my tongue darting out to meet hers, and it’s the easy.

Just a transaction, remember?

I heed the warning but don’t pull out of the kiss, because our tongues are skimming against each other in a rhythmic dance, and now my fingers are sliding into her hair.

“I like this,” she manages to rasp before plunging her tongue back into my mouth.

So I go with it, making out with this girl until the heat between us starts to sizzle.

She’s obviously done this before and is confident on the kissing front. But how does she feel about more?

Dropping my hand from her face, I trace my fingers down the side of her neck.

“How about this?” I whisper between kisses.

“Uh-huh.”

Leaning back to check her face, I then skim my fingers over her collarbone and down the side of her left breast. “And this?”

She swallows and nods, so I cup her. She’s small, but those curves are still there, and I can feel her nipple respond to my touch, pebbling into the palm of my hand, even with two layers of fabric in the way.

My body responds of its own accord, and I give her a little squeeze before running my thumb over that nipple.

She lets out a soft gasp, and I feel it in my chest—this tug. This pull…

And it’s only then that it really starts to hit me…

Just transactional? Who the hell am I kidding?

Shit. I am in so much fucking trouble.

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JOLIE

My heart is seriously racing right now. Like, it might actually explode, but I don’t want him to stop. If anything, I kind of want him to unbutton my shirt and feel me up for real.

So tell him that!

“Uh…”

He pulls back as soon as the sound pops out of me. “Is this still okay?”

I nod, nerves getting the better of me.

Tell him!

“Yeah, I just…” I try to catch my breath. “You feel really good.”

“Good.” His voice is a tender caress, so soft and sweet.

My lips quiver into a nervous smile. “I think I want you to take my shirt off and feel me up for real.”