I lever back, my gaze jumping between his mouth and his eyes. “You mean you’ve been keeping these perfect lips to yourself?”
Mischief dances in his gaze. “Well, not entirely.”
My pussy flutters. No, not entirely. Yet I want more.
“Please, I need your mouth on mine.” Then I stop, my brain catching up with my body. “If you want to kiss Arlo first, I understand.” As much as I want to taste his lips, to be his first in some way, it won’t hurt me to give that to Arlo.
“I want my first kiss to be with someone who is driven to kiss me every time they lay eyes on me. I want my first kiss to be with someone who can’t stand a breath between our skin.” There’s such pain in his voice. Because he wanted that person to be Arlo. He doesn’t have to say it for us to know.
There is hurt in his voice but also desire. The desire to be needed above all else.
I grab his shirt with both hands and shove him back to look into his eyes.
“Please, Hotaru.” Without a thought to whether or not I should, I launch forward and seal my mouth to his. Because I need to. I need to show him how much he’s needed, how much he’s loved.
Oh fuck.
Loved?
Before I can get sucked into the chaos of my mind, Hota’s lips answer mine.
He braces my skull with his free hand, tilts my jaw with a few fingers that slip up my throat, and he kisses me.
Hailey’s lips are nothing like I expected. Not that I’ve spent much time thinking about how they’d feel against mine. No, as much sexual experience as I possess, kissing is something I never fucked with. It’s raw and intimate. Terrifying.
And, apparently, fucking exhilarating.
Her lips are desperate and determined like she wants to eat me whole.
Someone give her a fork and knife.
The edges of her nails rasp against my chest while her grip tests the tensile limits of my shirt.
A sigh filters from her lips. I swallow it down and slip my tongue between her lips in search of more. My heart goes light and fluttery at the feel of slick heat that tastes of chocolate, caramel, and Hailey.
Her fingers slide from my shirt up my neck and cradle my face. They dig into my flesh as though I might go somewhere.
Not fucking likely.
Right here, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my chest. Even though our mouths are fused, oxygen flows in and outof my lungs with frightening ease. An ease that makes her as addictive as her taste.
My tongue slides along hers, twisting and toying. I suck it into my mouth, and she lets me. She keeps it straight, and I shuttle my lips up and down the short length as though it’s a phallus.
A groan sounds to my left, and I remember with sudden clarity where we are and who I’m kissing. I’m kissing someone who isn’t mine to kiss. Not really.
I pull back, releasing Hailey’s tongue.
She tightens her fingers, not letting me get far. Her stunning green eyes study me. Slowly, she leans forward and presses her closed mouth to my upper lip, then my lower lip, and then she drags me down. It’s as if she knows how much I need to be needed and is willing to give it to me.
Once more, she attacks my mouth. Her fingers glide up my neck, latching onto my nape, while the others hold tight to my shirt. All sense of time and space floats away as she consumes me.
Hailey nibbles and licks, moans and sighs. My lips swell as does my fucking heart.
Danger! Red alert!
I pull back, and she lets me ease back slightly.
Her death grip on my shirt releases, but she grabs my face. She turns my face right, kisses my cheek, then turns it left, and brushes her lips on my other cheek while my eyes lock with Arlo’s.