Page 65 of The Perfect Spiral
“Awww, too bad, Knox! Such a shame you wasted a perfectly good cupcake on the floor,” I tease, playfully slapping his chest. He grabs both my arms and pins them to the wall.
He leans in, his hot breath fanning my skin. We’re both grinning, trying to suppress our laughter. He looks hilarious with icing and cake smeared all over his face.
“It’s alright, baby doll, you can have some of mine,” his wicked grin widens.
“Wait, what? Kn—” Before I can finish, he rubs his cheek against mine, smearing the cupcake from his face onto mine. He stops midway, his lips hovering millimeters above mine. We pause, looking at each other.
Our breaths intertwine, the sudden closeness sending a jolt of surprise through us both.
His tongue grazes my lower lip, causing our breaths to hitch in unison. Then, he presses his lips to mine, initiating a kiss.
A soft, gentle kiss. The warmth radiating from his lips sends a shiver coursing through my body.
Knox is kissing me. He’s actually kissing me. What on earth? Ithink, already dreading the inevitable rudeness that will follow this moment.
His grip on my arms loosens, but they remain frozen at my sides. I’m too shocked to move.
He pulls back slightly, his gaze meeting mine. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ha—”
Before he can finish, I reach up, pulling his head down to mine, and kiss him with a passion that surprises even me.
He responds by lifting me up, pressing me against the wall. My hands find their way into his thick, dark hair, gripping it tightly.
One of his hands rests on my butt, not grabbing, but holding, while the other grips the side of my neck. I can feel his arousal against me, and it sends a thrill through me.
He licks my lower lip again, this time seeking entrance. I grant it without hesitation.
Our tongues meet, battling for dominance. The kiss deepens, our heads moving in sync.
This is the best kiss I’ve ever had.
He leans into me, his hands cupping my head. The kiss grows more passionate, more intense.
My hands clutch at his neck, trying to deepen the kiss even more, though I know it’s not possible.
Heat rises between my thighs, my core throbbing against his lower abdomen.
The electricity coursing through my body is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. My heart is pounding, the sound echoing in my ears. Can he feel it?
My legs are wrapped tightly around his torso, and I have no idea how long we’ve been kissing. But I don’t want it to stop. Even though it’s Knox. Why is he kissing me? Why?
“We’re home!” The sound of the front door opening brings us back to reality. We pull apart, our breaths coming in raggedgasps. We quickly straighten our clothes, trying to erase any evidence of our make-out session.
Damn it! Why did they have to come home now?
Delilah bursts into the kitchen, her eyes landing on the cupcake still on the floor. “What on earth were y’all doin’?”
We exchange a glance, then look back at Delilah, just as my mother walks in, carrying shopping bags.
“Is that cupcake on your face?” We glance at each other again, then back at our mothers, who are grinning at each other.
“No, uh, we... had a cupcake fight. I’ll clean it up,” I say, bending down to pick up the cupcake. Knox helps me, and we toss it in the trash.
He holds the door open for me as we leave the kitchen. Delilah calls after us, “Where y’all going?”
“I need to shower. I smell like cupcakes,” I say, laughing nervously. “And it’s in my hair.”
“Yeah, I need one too. And we’re going out later, to look at the Christmas stuff...” Knox adds, sounding just as awkward as I feel.
