Page 18 of Tattoo My Heart
“I need to kiss you,” I finally say right before pressing my lips to hers.
I’m not sure if I would’ve pulled back if she were to ask me to do so. But I thank all the gods in existence when, instead, she brings both hands up to cup my face, holding my head still, almost like she is afraid I will disappear if she can’t feel me under her fingers.
I nip gently at her lips and let out a loud groan of pleasure when she opens her mouth. The tip of her tongue ventures out until it touches mine. At this point, all bets are off. She wants it as much as I want to give it to her.
With a hunger I haven’t felt since I was a teenager, I press her harder against the counter behind her and open my mouth wider. The taste of her is intoxicating, making my brain short circuit from the pleasure.
When she brings a leg up and wraps it high, close to my waist, my hips instinctively take over. My cock is so hard, I can feel the zipper of my jeans indenting itself on it. It hurts and it feels good at the same time.
“Cal,” she whispers in between desperate kisses.
The sound of her voice could make me come on the spot, but there’s no way I’m going to do it in my pants. I turn us sideways, trying to gauge in the corner of my eye how high the counter is. I am ready to lift her up and throw her on it, nothing held back.
I am just about to do that when I feel something grazing my arm, but I don’t care. My fingers are so close to touching her bra she has under the sexiest plain t-shirt I’ve ever seen in my life.
Just as I’m about to push everything out of the way, trying to gain access to her bare skin, something wet and cold sloshes on the side of me, somehow makings its way in between us.
Evie gasps in shock and jumps back, staring at me like I am an alien creature from another planet. Her eyes take me in for the longest time, but my breathing is too heavy to realize what she is staring at.
“Well, that was fast,” she points at me. “I thought you’d last longer. And just a plain kiss at that.”
I drop my eyes to my crotch area, only to find a large wet spot on my jeans. That’s when her words register in my head.
“A plain kiss?”
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My breathing is heavy,and my heart feels like it is about to burst with excitement. Cal Prentice just kissed the hell out of me. The best kiss I’ve ever had in my entire twenty-four years.
I don’t know if I can deal. And that is why I decide that some distance between us wouldn’t hurt.
“A plain kiss?” he repeats, looking positively offended. I’d laugh if my brain would cooperate and work correctly.
“I’ve had better,” I shrug and lie through my teeth. Had the kiss been any better, I’d be dead at his feet.
I lean back against the counter, my fingers squeezing the life out of ledge of the hard surface. The palms of my hands feel damp now. It always happens when I am extra nervous, and this situation qualifies as such.
Cal’s eyes never move from my face, making me squirm in place. As if he can sense my discomfort, a smirk starts forming in the corner of his mouth.
“Well, Evie…” He takes a step closer. On instinct, I want to step back, but I have nowhere to go. “We need to change that.”
His statement and the very matter of fact tone of his voice throw me off.
“We do?”
He lowers his head until our lips are at the same level. When he speaks, they briefly touch, and I have to fight the urge to lick him.
“We sure do.”
I don’t fight it when he finally drops his mouth back onto mine. In fact, I more than crave it. I open wide, maybe too much so, and welcome the sweep of his tongue when it finally comes. His hands land on my hips, and, in one sure move, he lifts me up and drops me on the counter.
“Cal,” I gasp in shock, acting like the virgin he doesn’t know I am.
“Evie,” he whispers back right before kissing me again.
I can’t get enough of any of this. He tastes so good, he makes me feel so good, and I want more. So. Much. More.
“Yes,” I moan in pleasure when he pushes my knees open and steps in between.
