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Nope. Not buying it. Her expression is quite serious. So, I push a little, “I highly doubt that. Something’s on your mind. Just spit it out. Please know you can say anything, and there will be no judgement.”
Rolling her eyes to the sky, she shakes her head.
After a long pause, she looks me in the eye. “You’re right,” she admits. “I was thinking of something.”
“Okay…” I prompt, hoping she’ll continue. I don’t want to push her, but my curiosity gets the better of me. I can’t read her face entirely, but I suddenly feel as if I need to know what’s behind it, as if it will unlock a door to knowing more about her.
“Well, if you must know…” Her voice fills with a playful tone, then she sighs heavily before continuing. “I want you to know I’m having a wonderful time tonight.”
“Okay…” That doesn’t match her expression, but I’ll take it.
Vanessa’s soft hand reaches up to push my hair from my face. I know I need a haircut, but damn, if it keeps her touching me, I might have to reconsider. She has my full attention. When her fingers trace my jawline and cup my chin, I freeze.
I have no idea what’s holding me in place in this moment. As her emerald eyes stare into mine, it takes everything in my power not to close the distance between us and kiss the hell out of her.
“So total truth…” she whispers, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
Instinctively, my body draws closer to hers as we get lost in each other’s eyes. But I keep from closing the gap completely because I need to keep my focus on her eyes, so I won’t miss anything. Somehow, I manage to ask, “Truth?”
A mischievous grin distracts me, and I barely notice her raise on her toes and get closer. “I was wondering what it would be like to do this…”
I feel a light tug on my chin a split second before her hand rests on my shoulder for balance, and she presses her lips to mine. They’re soft, yet strong, and know what they want. There’s the perfect amount of pucker and suction, making me want more.
My lips smile against her lips as I pull her body flush to mine. “You mean this…” I say as I glide my free hand along her shoulder to the base of her neck where I guide her head ever so softly, so my lips can align perfectly with hers to continue what she’s started.
Nodding, she moans, “Yes,” into my mouth, and I’m done for.
I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, and they part for me. She tastes of the mint Chapstick I saw her apply along the ride and something entirely her.
I. Can’t. Get. Enough.
Her hands cup my face as she shows me exactly how she likes to be kissed. When she captures my lower lip in hers and pulls ever so slightly, I almost forget this is our first date, and we’re in public.
Almost.
As much as I’d love to get carried away, I manage to keep my wits about me. When we eventually break away, both breathless and panting for air, I can’t help the triumphant grin that forms. “Is that what you were expecting?”
Damn, if the cutest blush doesn’t fill her features. Though all thoughts of her being shy fly out the window when she says, “I’m not sure. I may have to try that again.”
What. A. Vixen.
Grinning, I close the distance between us and kiss her for all I’m worth. If she has any hesitation by the time I’m through with her, then I haven’t kissed the fuck out her properly, and I don’t deserve her.
Who gives a damn if we’re in public or only on our first date? If this woman wants me to kiss her, I’ll happily oblige. Though with lips like these, it’s hardly out of obligation. The more I nip, suck, and taste, the more I want. It’s like her lips are the gateway drug I was warned about as a teen. Once you start, you won’t want to stop.
But eventually, we must.
Because well… we’re in public.
And I may have my mind on a mission, I haven’t forgotten my reasons for slowing things down in the first place.
This time, when we pull apart, Vanessa’s beautiful eyes are wide as she catches her breath and blinks a few times. Then she nods slowly. “So much better than my expectations,” she says in a tone I’m not sure if she’s talking to me or herself.
Leaning in to kiss her once more chastely, I reach for her hand and give it a squeeze before I playfully reply, “Sweetheart, you have no idea. What do you say we continue our walk while I still can?”
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