Page 56 of Melt for You (Slow Burn 2)
I break away with a gasp and stand there blinking at him, my heart going a million miles an hour.
He opens his eyes and frowns. “Was that it?”
“Yes!” I shout, on the verge of a meltdown. “Why? Was it that bad?”
“No, it was perfectly fine, lass. If I were your grandma.”
His lips curl up, and I realize he’s laughing at me.
“Oh my God, you’re impossible.”
I whirl away, but he grabs my arm and gently drags me back. “You were just nervous, lass. It was a good first effort, nothin’ to be embarrassed about. But if I could make a suggestion . . .”
I stand in front of him vibrating with embarrassment, my cheeks so hot they’re glowing. “What?”
“Don’t hold your breath.”
“Oh. I was doing that, wasn’t I?”
Cam nods. “Just try to relax into it. Also . . .”
His pause terrifies me.
“A real kiss includes tongue.”
I grimace. “To be completely honest, I’m afraid my tongue has a mind of its own. You might find yourself in a wrestling match to the death with it.”
He tries to suppress the laughter shaking his chest by clapping a hand over his mouth but isn’t successful.
“It’s not funny!”
“It’s hilarious, and you know it!”
I look into his sparkling eyes and have to admit he’s right. I groan. “Oh God. I’m so pathetic.”
Instantly, Cam’s laughter vanishes. “No, goddammit, you’re not,” he growls, his eyes blazing. “Now kiss me again before I change my mind and take you over my knee for bein’ such a bloody idiot.”
I search his face for a moment, wondering why he gets so mad when I say things like that, then decide it really doesn’t matter.
What matters is Michael. So here we go.
I step into the space between Cam’s spread legs, remove my glasses and set them on the counter beside him, flatten my hands over his chest, and, with a final exhalation, press my lips to his.
FIFTEEN
If I thought Cameron McGregor tasted good with his mouth shut, he becomes the most succulent, delicious bonanza of flavor when his lips part and my tongue touches his.
His mouth is sweet, hot, and plush. He applies gentle pressure, sucking lightly on my tongue, and makes a low sound in the back of his throat.
That sound—combined with the taste of his mouth and the hard heat of his body pressed against mine—sends an electric current of pleasure shooting through my veins.
“Oh!” I jump, startled by the shock of it, and pull away. I stand in front of him with wide eyes, my heart thumping, my mind a writhing snarl of dangerous thoughts like a box full of snakes.
Cam’s eyes drift open. “Easy, lass,” he says softly, pulling me back to him. “We’re not done yet.”
Before I can decide if I want to keep going, he decides for us both by taking my mouth again and easing his tongue between my lips.
Boy, he’s being a really good friend.
