Electricity raced along her nerves, hot and tingly. “So are you.”
They gazed into each other's eyes, and she leaned kissing close, barely breathing. His hand slid into her hair, cupping her head, his gaze dropping to her lips. She closed her eyes, and finally his lips met hers, gentle at first and then more firmly, his tongue spearing into her mouth, shocking her.
She broke the kiss, her eyes wide. “What was that?”
His hand slid to her jaw, his thumb stroking her cheek. “You've never been kissed before?”
She'd had two kisses, one hard, one soft, no tongue. “Not like that. Is that how you always kiss?”
His smile was slow and sure. “Yeah.” He traced her bottom lip with his tongue, electrifying her, and kissed her again. This time she caught on, matching his movements and venturing to taste him too. He groaned into her mouth and pulled away.
“Where're you going?” she asked. “Kiss me and touch me and other stuff.” She knew to be thoroughly ruined required more than kissing.
He stared at her mouth. “How old are you?”
People always thought she was younger than she was because she was a petite five feet one. “I'll be eighteen in April. How old are you?”
“Eighteen.” He offered his hand, and she took it, hoping he'd drag her off for whatever bad boys did to bad girls, but instead he gave her hand a warm squeeze. A tingly heat rushed through her. “Bye, Maggie.”
“We're not done,” she informed him.
He lifted one shoulder in a careless shrug. “Meet me in the parking lot if you want.”
Her heart raced. This was it! He was going to ruin her just like she'd asked. She nodded once, and he walked toward the front entrance of the church.
She dashed into the ladies' room, climbed up on the closed toilet, and opened the window up there. She knew she could make it. She'd snuck out of Sunday school more than once like this, craving her freedom. She hoisted herself up, swung her legs through, and dropped down to the ground.
She turned around and there he was, grinning at her. His smile lit up his beautiful face.