Page 93 of Faking the Pass
And then she surged forward, pressing her lips to mine and sinking her hands into my hair as she pulled my head down to her.
I was used to thinking fast, acting on instinct, but for a second there, the shock of it had me frozen.
And then everything I’d been holding back for weeks, all the pent up frustration and attraction and feelings I had no words for yet flooded out of me and into that kiss.
I was shaking, supercharged with energy, almost in disbelief that I was finally being allowed to claim her sweet mouth the way I’d been dying to do for weeks now.
Wrapping my fingers around Rosie’s head, I cradled her face and fought to maintain at least a little self-control so I didn’t kiss her too hard and hurt her.
When my tongue met hers, I groaned like a starving man who’d been invited to a luxury cruise ship buffet—everything looked and smelled and tasted almost too good.
And I wanted itall.
The kiss went on, getting hotter and hotter.
Rosie’s lips were incredibly soft and delicious, and her hands were so busy exploring my body that I felt a little exploration of my own wouldn’t be unwelcome.
I reached around her, wrapping my arms around her waist then sliding my hands down to cup her bottom and pull her tightly against me.
Feeling my hard-on, Rosie made a little noise of excitement and then let out a breathy, “Pres.”
Hearing her say my name in that desperate sounding way, I thought I might just lose it right there and embarrass myself in a way I hadn’t since middle school.
Something had been set loose inside me.
The fact that she was responding so passionately to my kiss and touch was pushing me to a level of mindless recklessness I had never experienced before.
Well, maybe back in high school—with her—but not once since then.
Just as I had back then, I craved the feel of Rosie’s skin.
My hands roamed beneath her sundress, stroking her hips and lower back, reaching down and drawing up one of her legs to wrap around me so the heat of her core was centered on me perfectly.
I began moving my hips, and every time I nudged against her, Rosie moaned into my mouth.
Breaking the kiss, I shifted my attention to her neck, and her head dropped back against the wall, which lifted her breasts, putting them right where I wanted them.
The stretchy elastic top of her dress took only a second to push down, and I discovered that Rosie was braless beneath it.
Her nipples were tight and pink, begging for my mouth.
“Fuck, you are beautiful, Rosie,” I whispered.
Bending my head to her chest, a word left my lips just before I licked one of the buds and pulled it into my mouth.
“Finally.”
Suddenly Rosie twisted, breaking the suction and pushing me away.
There was a surge of protest in my body, and my lust-fogged brain was slow to respond.
“What?” I asked, sounding as intoxicated as I felt. “Did I hurt you?”
Rosie looked horrified, like she couldn’t quite believe what she’d just allowed to happen.
“We can’t. We can’t do this.”
A grin spread across my face. “We can, and we just did. Andyoustarted it, darlin.”
