On His Face - Tabatha Kiss Page 0,38

we talk over it.”

“Talk?” I ask.

“I don’t like watching new stuff on first dates,” he says. “A first date is for long conversations and lingering glances in each other’s eyes. Can’t do that if you have to stare at a screen and be quiet for two hours, you know what I mean?”

“Totally.” I shift slightly, not ready to sit down yet. “Did you want something to drink? We’ve got soda.”

“I’ll take a soda. Anything you got.”

“Okay.”

I enter the kitchen, easily gliding now that I have a mission. Or, to be more accurate, now that I have a good excuse to stay off that couch for another minute.

I open the refrigerator and grab two cans of soda from the door.

“You okay?”

I snap up and spin around to find Drew standing in the kitchen doorway.

“Yeah,” I blurt. “I’m fine. Why?”

“You just seem nervous,” he says.

“No.” I blow a raspberry. “Not nervous. I do this all the time.”

He raises a brow. “Do what?”

“Uh…” I swallow. “Glass with ice or straight from the can?”

“Glass,” he answers.

I set the cans on the counter, purposefully putting my back to him as I reach for the cabinet above my head.

Relax.

I set two glasses down and—

A hand grazes my shoulder from behind. Chills erupt down my spine and Drew steps closer. His touch wanders upward as he pushes my hair to the side and exposes my neck.

“Hey,” he whispers.

I shiver. “Hey…”

Drew kisses my neck. I close my eyes, feeling the gentle purse of his lips on my skin and his other hand inching around my hip. He kisses me again, this time even deeper as I instinctively lean back against his body and his hand slowly crawls toward my breast.

“Chips!” I blurt out.

He pauses. “Chips?”

“Uh…” I spin around to face him. “Did you… want some?”

“No,” he says, smiling with his eyes on my Jenna-approved cleavage.

He kisses me, and I feel it everywhere. My lips tingle and my toes curl in my shoes. My belly rumbles and my hairs stick up. An eager passion takes hold of me. I push onto the tips of my toes as I wrap my arms around his tall shoulders. He pulls me against him, holding me about an inch off the floor as he kisses me even deeper.

Our lips barely part as Drew guides us away from the counter. I hold on to his shoulders, feeling lightheaded and woozy, but his kiss is more than enough to keep me steady.

He releases me on the couch and I let him guide me onto my back.

Be open. Keep your back straight.

Wait, we skipped some steps here.

Uh…

Touch him.

I hesitate as Jenna’s voice echoes in my head. The movie plays on, filling the silence with comedic banter, but none of it is as loud as her berating me.

Touch him!

Drew hovers over me. He crushes his mouth on mine with one knee planted between my thighs. I rest my quivering hands on his sides and he lowers himself to lie on top of me.

He kisses my neck again. I tremble involuntarily as new pleasures tickle my skin. It sends shock waves down my spine, traveling all the way down my legs as his hand inches beneath my skirt.

I bite my quivering lip. My heart pounds against my ribs, thumping so loudly in my eardrums I can’t even hear the movie anymore. I melt beneath the warmth of his kiss tickling my neck. His breath, his tongue. His hand gently caresses my outer thigh, awakening sensations I’ve only ever felt when I was alone.

Drew drags his lips back to my mouth as he takes a breath. I meet him with parted lips, my tongue begging for just one taste of him. We kiss once. Twice. Again and again.

I part my legs. Drew shifts his body to settle between them. He looks at me like an animal begging for water or food, like he has to have me or else he’ll die. It scares me, but my body throbs even more. I listen to it; I submit to it. I let myself tug his shirt free from his belt. I drift my fingers beneath it to touch his warm skin. I let my innermost instincts take over as his breath quickens, and he kisses me even harder.

Drew rolls his hips, rubbing his erection against my inner thigh. I gasp with surprise. Passion grows in me, but so does fear. Fear of the unknown. Fear of pain and embarrassment. Or possibly losing this spark we have...

Just relax.

Enjoy yourself.

I like this guy.

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