Page 63 of Feels Like Love
Maybe…maybe this could be like the sexting. Maybe I’d finally get her out of my system.
Oh, who was I kidding?
Even so, I found myself saying, “This is just practice.” Though, I needed the reminder more than her. She was the one dating other people after all. I was the one sitting home, pining after her.
She nodded. “Exactly. Practice.”
I held her gaze a moment longer before fusing my lips to hers. Kissing Wren was heaven. She tasted sweet, and I couldn’t get enough of her. When she tilted her head, parting her lips to let me in, I groaned.
My hands were in her hair, her arms locked around my neck. It didn’t feel like practice. It felt like she was mine. And I was certainly hers.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me in closer. Closer to her center and exactly where I wanted to be. My dick was pressing against her, growing embarrassingly hard the longer we kissed. But it was her lips that held me captive. The sexy whimper she made when I pulled her to my chest, crushing her body to mine. Our hearts beating against each other. The taste of her mouth—like hazelnut and mint. Decadence and sin.
I should’ve pulled back, put a stop to it. But instead, I explored her mouth with my tongue, her body with my hands. She felt even better than I’d imagined—like my every fantasy wrapped up in one beautiful package.
And she was eager…fuck was she eager. She kissed me like I was the key to her happiness. Like she’d been waiting all these years just for this moment. For me.
I could’ve stayed like that for the rest of my life, locked in her embrace. Her soft heat pressed to my hard length. Time passed—I didn’t know how long. Until, finally, I cupped her cheeks, ending the kiss. And for a minute, we just stared at each other, panting, as if neither of us could actually believe that had happened.
“Um, okay,” I said, stepping back and adjusting myself discreetly. I couldn’t…my brain couldn’t process it all.
“I-I—” Wren’s eyes were wide. “I. Wow.”
“Yeah.” Wow was an understatement. In movies, people talked about fireworks in reference to a kiss, and I’d always thought it was ridiculous. But kissing Wren had definitely proved me wrong. Forget fireworks. It was like a nuclear explosion. Searing. All-consuming. I didn’t know if I’d recover after that kiss.
“Yeah?” Her attention snapped to me, lips plump, hair mussed. “Yeah?What does that mean?”
“It means…” I sighed, still in a daze. “I don’t think you’re going to have any issues with kissing.”
She didn’t seem convinced. Why was she not convinced? That was the best fucking kiss of my life. Not that I could tell her that.
She was Liam’s sister.
I’d just kissed my best friend’s little sister. Well, she’d asked me to kiss her. But only because she wanted to impress another guy. Talk about fucked up.
“Wren.” I placed my hands on her thighs, smoothing my thumb over her skin. “The kiss felt good to you, right?”
She nodded. “Yes, but I don’t have much experience. How did it feel to you? Was I too aggressive? Was there too much tongue?”
I chuckled. This woman was something else. “Baby.” I cupped her cheeks, and if she was bothered by the pet name, she didn’t show it. “It was perfect. But…” I smirked. “If you need to try again…”
Her eyes glazed as if remembering our kiss from only moments before, and she nodded. “I think…I think some extra practice would make me feel better.”
I grinned.It would make me feel better too.
“I only want to reassure you,” I said, dipping my head as she pulled me back to her for another searing kiss. And this time, I didn’t hold back. I forgot about Arlo. I forgot about Liam. And I forgot this was only pretend.
Chapter Sixteen
“Good morning,” I said, entering the kitchen with a yawn. God, I was tired. But man was it worth it for that kiss.
I smiled. I still couldn’t believe it. Bennett had kissed me!
After a lifetime of crushing on him, I no longer had to wonder what his lips tasted like. How his hair would feel in my hands. Now I knew—kissing him was incredible.
“Morning, little bird.” Bennett smiled and handed me a fresh cup of coffee.
His hair was mussed, and I longed to run my fingers through it again. I wished he’d take his shirt off too. Though now that I knew what was underneath…mm. Yum. Maybe it was a good thing he was covered up—at least when River was around.
