Page 63 of Until Tomorrow Comes
A blush spreads across her cheeks as she slowly pulls her hand from my face. Her eyes widen and she clears her throat before rambling on.
“Not saying you are, but also I’m not saying you’ve moved on or even like me or anything. Just that… Ummm…” She trails off, looking away as she fidgets with her fingers.
Gently, I cover her hand with mine, tugging her close, and placing it on my chest while I wrap my other hand around her waist to rest on the small of her back. I don’t miss the way her breath hitches as she lets herself mold to my body.
“You’re right though. On both those things.”
“What?” She whispers, her tongue darts out as her gaze drops to my lips.
“I didn’t realize it right away, it wasn’t until I told you about what happened that I even knew I had moved on.” With my hand that’s not around her, I reach up to trace my thumb along her cheek. “And I do like you.”
I wait until her eyes meet mine, trying not to focus on the way her chest rises and falls heavily against mine.
“I like you a whole hell of a lot more than I expected and in ways I never planned for.”
Her eyes drop back to my lips again. Only this time, she slowly pushes up on her tiptoes and leans into me. When her face is barely an inch from mine, she hesitates. Her gaze flies to mine, the question of if she can kiss me dancing in them.
I nod but don’t move a muscle otherwise, letting this be fully her decision.
I’ve been holding myself back since last week, letting her sort through her thoughts on what happened between us. She may have given me permission to kiss her, to watch her, and be a part of such an intimate moment, but I would never forgive myself if she felt pressured into doing anything else with me.
It’s why I didn’t let her touch me. That wasn’t about me, it was about showing her how wonderful her body can feel from her touch alone. I meant what I said.
Orgasms aren’t meant to be traded or handed out with the expectation of getting something in return. To have that amount of trust placed during such a vulnerable experience,thatis enough on its own. The fact that she allowed me to be a part of such an intimate moment for her meant so much more than one orgasm ever could.
After a long pause, Kat shuts her eyes and closes the distance between us.
21
Kat
I hadn’t planned to kiss Jackson after everything that just happened with his mom. All I wanted to do was comfort him and let him know that I’m here for him.
The feeling of craving someone’s touch is new to me. I’ve never been so all consumingly attracted to someone that their mere presence turns my brain to mush.
Jackson kisses me back slowly. If it weren’t for him taking the kiss a step further by tracing his tongue along the seam of my lips, I would be second guessing myself. He’s tense beneath my hands on his chest, his heart pounding heavily. But his arm snakes around me, pulling me in closer.
When his tongue brushes along my bottom lip for a second time, I give in and open to him completely. His kiss consumes me, setting my entire body ablaze and leaving me wanting more.
A million thoughts about what I want to do, what I wanthimto do to me, run through my mind.
Breaking away to catch my breath, I try to form any of my thoughts into words, to figure out how to ask him if he wants those things too.
His voice sounds strained as he presses his forehead to mine. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
Swallowing thickly, I avoid his gaze as I answer.
“If it’s anything like what you’re doing to me, then yes.” After inhaling deeply, I continue. “I don’t even know how to put anything into words, how to say what I want and how to describe what I’m feeling.”
I reach my hand up, tracing my thumb along his bottom lip.
“I just know I want you too…”
“Be mindful with your next words, Kat. It’s taking all my self-control to hold back. To not lift you up, spread you out on this kitchen island, and taste every inch of you on my tongue.” He reaches up, catching my wrist in his hand and holding me in place. “I’m trying to be gentle with you, to not move too fast or scare you in any way. Butfuck…”
Instead of finishing his thought, his lips crash back into mine. Stealing the breath from my lungs, his arm around my waist tightens, and his other hand tangles into the hair at the back of my head. He holds me to him, deepening the kiss while turning us so that I am pinned between his body and the island.
This time when I break away for air, his lips don’t leave me. They trail along my jaw, before stopping briefly at the sensitive spot behind my ear. Disappointment fills me as he skips over my neck, but that is immediately replaced by heat as he places hot kisses on my shoulder where the collar of my shirt has slipped to the side.
