Page 103 of A Curse On Black Lake
“But while you do that, can you still keep kissing me?” I ask her.
She giggles and rolls her eyes.
“Come here,” I murmur, sliding my hand around the back of her neck.
Our mouths meet, and she melts in my arms. She tastes minty, like toothpaste. Eliana sighs into my mouth, pressing herself against me. I slide my hand to the front of her throat, feeling for her pulse.
It leaps out at me as I savor every dip and flutter from her tongue. Her heart beats so hard I can feel it against my chest. It’s been a long time, and these shorts arethin.I can feel every bit of heat coming off of her luscious body.
Then she pulls back suddenly with wide eyes. “Sorry,” she says, out of breath.
I chuckle, keeping my hands in the same place, pecking her lips. “There ain’t nothin’ to be sorry for, darlin’.”
She smiles and kisses my cheek.
I take a deep breath, willing my blood to cool. It’s crazy that I’m admitting this to myself, but I could get used to this. Everything about her makes me want to keep her, but she has to be ready for that. I can understand her apprehension, especially if all of this is new to her. Hell, it is to me too. But I’ve never had the desire to keep someone. To make them mine. Not until her. I’m willing to do what it takes.
“Did you date a lot before your dad passed?” she asks.
I blink, a little surprised by her question. “Yes, and no. I guess it depends on what you mean by dating.”
“Oh,” she says.
“It wasn’t like that. I dated women, but you know how small this town is. Sometimes it was only dinner, sometimes it was more. Why do you ask?”
She shrugs and looks down at her baggy shirt.
“Tell me,” I tell her, squeezing her hip.
She looks up with an apprehensive expression. “I’ve never dated anyone before.”
“And?” None of that matters to me. Why would it?
“That doesn’t bother you?” she asks.
I shake my head. “Why would it?” I ask her.
The corner of her mouth tips up. “I don’t know. I have little experience in any of this,” she says.
“Experience is not required, Eliana. It’s what works for us, when you’re ready, of course.”
“Am I your first kiss?” I ask her nervously and mentally slap myself in the face. If I was, that is not exactly how I wanted to go about it. I was maybe a little too aggressive, but then again she’s not running away.
Eliana giggles and shakes her head. “No, you’re not. Uh…” she trails off and laughs to herself. “It was actually my friend Eddy. Since he was my only friend, and we spent so much time together, it made sense. When he leaned in to kiss me, we actually bumped heads we were so nervous,” she says, laughing.
I smile at her wide grin and rosy cheeks.
“We were only, hmm, probably about seventeen at the time. It took a little practice, but we got the hang of it,” she says, smiling fondly.
I chuckle and kiss her briefly. “I need to make sure I know who my competition is.”
She snorts and brushes nonexistent lint off my shoulder. “I can promise you, no one is fighting over me. Plus, he moved away a long time ago.”
I rub my nose along her cheekbone and press my lips on her warm skin. “Is it bad if I’m happy about that?” I ask her.
She grins and blushes harder, watching her finger as she drags it over my chest. “So I noticed you like to read. What kind of books do you go for?” she asks.
I smile to myself because she’s not looking at me as she traces patterns on my chest, content to stay on my lap regardless of what I’m sure she feels from me.Think about horses and cow crap.
