Page 27 of Summer Affair
“Right.” He leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth. “Here.” He kissed the other, then went lower, slowly, giving her a chance to call things off. But they’d already gone too far. Between the flirting and the sweet offer to help, Jillian’s ability to make rash decisions had gone out the window.
“Yes or no, Jillian. This is your game. Your call,” he whispered, and she felt his lips practically brush hers.
Try saying yes. Just once and see how it feels. What’s the worst that can happen?
She couldn’t think of a single thing, so she did the only thing she could think of, she said yes.
Chapter Eight
Resolutions from Jillian’s Journal
Kissing should be like a cake tasting,
each one better than the next.
Yes had never felt so good.
Clay was the MVP of kissing. A real-life Hall of Famer in the making.
His mouth was skilled and practiced as he slowly cradled her lower lip between his, holding the kiss for so long her body began to heat with a single touch. Not that he was touching her. Besides their mouths and the way her cupcakes grazed his chest when she rose on her toes and had to stretch just to reach his mouth, his hands were still on the counter and hers by her sides.
Then he kissed her again. Just as delicately and just as patient, gently brushing his tongue to hers when he pulled back slightly before delivering a third panty-melting kiss that had her whispering his name.
He whispered hers right back before the kiss slowly came to an end, and when her lashes fluttered open, the look he gave her made her heart race. She wanted more.
Sliding her hands up his chest, she ran her fingers through his hair and tugged him down so that their mouths lined up.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m not sure, but I can’t seem to stop.”
“Then don’t,” he said right as she took his mouth. This time it was no slow exploration. It was raw and hungry, fusing together.
She struggled to maintain contact; he was so tall that she had to roll up on her toes. But it wasn’t enough. She let out a frustrated sigh and he grinned.
One moment her feet were on the floor, the next he had her sitting on the counter, aligning their lips so perfectly she moaned. His hands ran up and down over the tops of her bare thighs, his fingers nearly spanning all the way around, teasing under the hem of her shorts.
Her hands found a way to busy themselves as well, running down his chest, down every muscle of his twelve pack until she reached his waistband and she’d reverse, going from navel to pec, sliding into his hair to hold him to her.
Needing more, she grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tugged him to her. Using his body, he nudged her legs open and stepped in between, and she let him. Didn’t have even a single objection, except that he still wasn’t close enough. So she gripped his belt loop and tugged him to her so hard he fell into her.
“You drive me crazy,” he said against her mouth.
“I know the feeling.”
He groaned before delivering another searing kiss that seemed to last an eternity. Maybe it was ten kisses or twenty, she’d lost count, lost sight of where she was.
“Mommy,” a little voice came from the back of the house. “I found them.”
Instead of jerking back, he slowly pulled away, cradling her lip until the last moment of separation. Both breathing heavy, he rested his forehead to hers.
“So crazy.” His voice was rough with testosterone, her body humming with hormones.
Finally, finally, he fully backed away—but not before delivering a sweet and heart-tugging kiss to her nose.
His eyes were still hot and locked on her mouth, which was only fair since she couldn’t stop staring at him.
“Thank you,” she began.
