Page 91 of Hard Rock Love
I leaned forward and closed the gap between us, pressing my lips to his. That now-familiar mouth was warm and firm, filling my lungs with that sweet minty licorice scent.
The kiss turned heated as we moaned into each other's mouths. Seth grabbed my hips and hauled me onto his lap until I was straddling him. I clung to his shoulders as he enveloped my waist with his arms. His strong, calloused hands caressed all along my back, my sides, my breasts.
I was light-headed from his kisses, from the lack of oxygen to my brain, my mind going fuzzy and my vision turning white.
Those words from before returned with full force, nearly spilling from my lips without input from my muddled brain. Those exciting, terrifying, thrilling words were so close to the surface, waiting to be released.
Was I ready to say it? Was he ready to hear it?
It didn’t matter, because my mouth was moving before my brain could react.
“Seth,” I said breathlessly, “I think I’m in l—”
A door slammed. We jolted apart.
“What thefuckis going on?” Everly shouted.
