Page 90 of The Pinkie Pact

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't swallow. Thank God my heart could beat on its own, or it would have stopped too.

She didn't wait for me to respond, just pressed herself against me and stood on my toes, giving her more height, her arms coming around me for balance. We shared our air for a moment before giving in to the impossible-to-resist attraction between us, our lips barely touching.

God, I could taste the sweetness of the champagne on her lips, making her even more heavenly than usual. Feeling an unusual moment of boldness because of the alcohol buzzing through my body, I did the thing she'd done to me before. I sucked her lower lip into my mouth, her answering moan striking me like a lightning bolt.

Her hands started to work the buttons on my shirt like she couldn't get me undressed fast enough, and our kisses turned almost frantic, filled with want and need.

I couldn't believe the emotions and feelings shooting through my body as she took my shirt off, stepping back to look at me. There was something raw in her eyes as she checked me out even though she'd already seen me shirtless before.

The need to see her the same way overwhelmed me but also shook me to my core. Could I even handle it? I'd never in my life come close to feeling this much desire, and it was almost too much.

As if she sensed my hesitation, she took matters into her own hands, removing her own top, leaving me breathless while I stared at her in her white lacy bra. Lord, she was sexy as hell.

Watching me, taking in my reaction, she reached back and unhooked her bra, and I held my breath as I waited.

"Don't be shy," she said, reaching for my hands. "You're welcome to touch any part of me that you want to."

My knees almost buckled from the sound of that.

With her fingers, she guided me to the sides of her bra, and then moving our hands forward together, her straps began to fall off her shoulders. Straining to breathe, her hands still on top of mine, I couldn't believe the feel of her, how soft her skin was, how amazing she felt.

My hands dropped to my sides when Sky's bra fell to the floor, taking all the oxygen from my lungs. Not daring to even breathe, my eyes explored her beautiful breasts. She was absolute perfection, and I couldn't even believe she was standing here in front of me like this, something I had barely dared to imagine, something that could only happen in my wildest dreams.

But this was real. This stunning girl was real and right here, right now.

She dipped her fingers in her nearby champagne glass and then rubbed them on her breasts as my mouth hung open in shock. When she'd said that, I didn't think she'd actually do it. But here she was not only doing it but staring at me like she really did want me to taste the champagne on her body.

Her sexy eyes blazing into mine, she said, "Lick me, Kier."

Oh, God. "Um, um..."

She laughed and reached down to hand me my champagne glass. "I think you might need more."

Damn, she was right. I was in way over my head. Watching her, not able to take my eyes off her naked chest and all that delicious skin that was now slightly damp with champagne, I gulped back more. And then some more.

"And you might want to take off your shoes," she suggested, that smile still on her face like she found me amusing. "And maybe your pants too."

Sitting back on the bed, she studied me as I did what she had mentioned, the heat in her eyes scorching me. When I was done, she grabbed both of my hands and scooted us backward, toward the plush pile of pillows against the headboard.

"You know, we don't have to do anything you don't want to do," she said, concern etched on her face. "I mean, you seem so nervous and hesitant with me. Is itme? Something I'm doing you don't like?"

My heart plummeted as she spoke. The last thing I wanted her to think was it had anything to do with her. Because it didn't. At least not in the way she meant. But how could I admit to her my fears, my worries? Would she think less of me, that I somehow wasn't man enough for her?

I truly hated myself right now.

Lying down right next to me, she cupped both of my cheeks in her hands. "Please, just tell me. You're kind of freaking me out."

I had to tell her.

She seemed on the verge of being upset, and I couldn't risk losing her because of my own fears. If she didn't like what I was about to tell her, well, that was another reason. But I had to at least take a chance and tell her what was going through my head.

Her eyes begging me, I took a deep breath and faced her fully, both of us on our sides, only inches apart.

"I'm just nervous because I don't..." Another breath as her eyes held mine. "Well, I don't have much experience." There. It was out.

Her face was blank, and I could tell she didn't quite understand. "What do you mean?"

I sighed because I despised telling her this. God, I felt like such a loser admitting that Christina and I had barely had any kind of sexual relationship, most certainly not in recent years.

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