Page 81 of Say It Isn't So

She was a spitfire in every way and this kiss was no different. Bianca took control of the kiss, sucking my tongue in a rhythmic way that drove me crazy with desire.

The sounds she made didn’t help things, either.

Her moans.

Her groans.

* * *

Bianca

I didn’t know how long this kiss could go on for before we ran out of oxygen.

It would be one heck of a way to go, though. Death by French kissing Knox.

Uhhh, his tongue was magical and felt like velvet. I wanted it all over me.

I placed my hands in his hair and began angling his head to gain better access as he drove his tongue farther in my mouth, practically reaching the back of my throat.

* * *

Knox

When we broke apart, we were both out of breath, but didn’t back away. We stayed the way we were, resting our foreheads together.

“I knew it would be good, but that was—”

Bianca didn’t even need to say it. I already knew. “Explosive,” I supplied.

She let out a shaky breath as she laughed. “Yeah.”

I could still taste her, and as much as I wanted to claim her lips again, I wasn’t sure where this left us.

Backing up, I rolled over and gazed up at the ceiling. “Now what?” I asked the question that I assumed was circling around in her mind, too.

She reached for my hand and kissed my fingers thoroughly. “Where doyouwant to go from here?”

Facing her again, I laid a gentle kiss on her forehead before answering, “I want to take you out on a date. But I want to make sure you’re really okay with all of this.”

Knowing what I was talking about, she said, “Because of my dad and Rina.”

I nodded. After that kiss we’d just shared, those two people were the last people I wanted to talk about, but they were the elephants in the room.

“I don’t care about them,” she said.

Again, I nodded.

“I want this. I want you.”

My heart practically beat out of my chest at her words. That was all I needed to hear to move forward, to know that this was okay. She had always been cognizant of her dad forbidding this and Rina not giving up on me, so to hear her say she didn’t care because she wanted this. . . that was all that mattered.

“You have me.”

Obviously content with the turn of events, Bianca fell flat on her back and smiled before turning over and shutting the light on her side of the bed.

Following her lead, I did the same. No more words needed to be spoken, so as I laid back down, I put my arm over her waist, holding her close.

“So the rules went right out the window,” she whispered, finding my hand that was resting on her stomach and clutching it.

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