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He parts his lips slightly, and I plunder his mouth.
Now, it’s on. He lets me explore his mouth while he explores mine—tentative at first, then getting bolder and bolder, tongues dancing and swirling. Little sparkles zip across my skin, so intense that I imagine they must be visible.
We change the angle, and I move forward, bags forgotten, walking him with me to the side of the building, where I kiss the daylights out of him.
It’s the kind of kiss I remember from when I was a teenager—but better. The kind of kiss that seems to say,I want you. You’re mine. I don’t have the words to express how I feel, so I’m going to do it by connecting our lips as intimately as I can—and somehow, that will make our hearts connect, too.
And now he lets out this growly little groan. We break apart, panting.
“Wow,” he whispers. “Okay. Kissing. Yes. Achievement unlocked.”
I smile. “Are you okay?”
He grins. “Yes.” And before I can do anything else, he launches himself at me again.
This time, he’s braver and bolder, his mouth hot and greedy, his hands—simultaneously tentative and firm—exploring my body, traveling down my back until they hover above my butt.
“You can touch me anywhere,” I whisper, kissing his neck and trailing kisses over the exposed skin behind his ear.
His hands cup my ass, and I feel him get harder against me. I was already turned on, but this is driving me wild, and I grind my equally hard erection against his.
But then I come to my senses. He’s new to this. We’re out in public, and it’s the middle of the afternoon. I can’t dry hump him. There’s no one gawking at us, but that doesn’t mean someone can’t see.
I don’t want to shove him away, either, and honestly, my brain isn’t working too well right now. Because my body is telling memore, more. But I know I need to keep it in check.
It’s hard, though—ha—because he’s so kissable. I hold him to me tightly, making out with him like we’re high school kids in the back of a car. And it feels so, so good.
“Fuck, Alden. You’re incredible,” I say when we break apart at last.
Alden is adorably rumpled, his hair messy and his lips red. His pupils are huge, and he looks dazed. So I kiss him again, lightly. Gently. No tongue. Soft, chaste kisses to let him know I don’t want to stop, but I also don’t want to overwhelm him.
“You’re a natural,” I say. “What do you think?”
“I like this kissing business.”
We pull apart, and I grab one of his bags and hold it in front of me to hide the tent in my pants.
Because Alden turns me the fuck on. Something about his innocence and openness just does it for me.
But it’s not me he needs. He needs someone real, someone long-term. And I can help him with that.
“Feel better? Now that you don’t have the pressure of never having done it before?”
He gulps. “My first kiss. Yeah. Okay. That’s done.”
“You checked the box?” I tease.
He nods.
I’m playing it off, but the truth is, I want to keep kissing him. Something about my lips being the first to touch his is making me very possessive. And I don’t know what to do about that.
CHAPTER13
Alden
Back at Danny’s car, I get in the passenger seat, my head reeling. I lick my lips and gape at him. “Do all kisses feel like that?” I ask in wonder.
He gives me a gentle smile. “No. That was a good one.” He huffs out a laugh. “Areallygood one. Sorry to ruin you for life.”
