The Raven Four Books 1-3 - Jessica Sorensen Page 0,112
no such thing as too much fun.” He points a finger at me and grins. “And second of all, you don’t want to do what I usually do when I’m high.”
With a clear head, I may have been smart enough not to ask, but all I want to do right now is find out, so I say, “No, I want to know.”
He stares at me for a beat, his expression unreadable. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He shifts his weight, scooting closer to me and leaning in so his lips are beside my ear. “Usually, I fuck.”
“Oh.” I should’ve known.
He leans back, his gaze skimming across my face. “Fuck, I was hoping you’d blush.”
“Well, I didn’t and I’m not going to.” Even if I kind of feel a bit restless inside.
He frowns disappointedly. “Such a shame. One day, though, I’m going to make it happen.”
I roll my eyes. “Doubtful.”
He smiles deviously. “We’ll see.” He leans back a bit. “So unless you want to let me pop your cherry, I suggest you come up with something for us to do.”
I give him a seriously look. “Pop my cherry? Really?”
“I was hoping saying it’d make you blush,” he admits.
“Well, it didn’t.” I chew on my bottom lip, thinking about what to do, my mind so clear from my worries that it’s crazy. Honestly, at the moment, I feel like I could do just about anything.
Hunter’s gaze zeroes in on my mouth. “You’ve got to stop doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“Biting your lip…” He brushes the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip. “Pouting out your lip… Anything with your lips…”
The touch sends tingles through me, the sensation startling even with the drugs buzzing through my body. I feel bolder, though, right now, like I don’t have a damn care in the world.
“Why? Are you gonna kiss me again if I don’t stop?” I ask with a quirk of my brow.
Okay, I must feel super relaxed if that sentence just left my mouth and I don’t even feel weird about it.
He bites his lip so hard I swear he’s gonna draw blood. “Don’t tempt me… I already broke that rule once today.”
“Like you care—” My words are cut off as he dips his head and brushes his lips across mine.
My breath gets caught in my chest as the move totally surprises me. But I was just taunting him so I don’t know why I’m surprised. What I want to know is why I was taunting him. Why do I feel a connection to him?
“God, you feel so good,” he mumbles with his eyes shut, his lips a sliver of space away from mine. “But I should stop, right?” He sounds severely conflicted.
I should nod. It’s not like I trust him. Not really, anyway. But I don’t trust anyone, and my mind’s too free of doubt to really give a shit about much right now.
So I brush my lips against his.
Yeah, me, Ravenlee fucking Wilowwynter, just kissed a guy.
What the hell is happening to me? This town and these guys are breaking my head.
But that thought quickly gets sidetracked as Hunter lets out a soft groan, cups my cheek, and presses his lips to mine again. This time his tongue slips inside my mouth and I gasp like a spazz. But he either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, kissing me deeper as he starts to guide me back until I’m lying down on the sofa. Then he lines his body over mine, groaning as his tongue slips into my mouth again. Even high, I feel way out of my element as I clutch onto his sides, holding onto him, my muscles wound up in knots.
“Relax,” he whispers against my lips, pulling back slightly to look me in the eyes. His pupils look dilated, and I wonder how out of it he is—and how out of it I am. “You’re doing fine. You just need to relax.”
I bob my head up and down and loosen my grip on his sides, about to pull away and release him from my death grip.
“Keep touching me, though,” he whispers, shutting his eyes.
His statement seems a bit odd since my hands are right by his scars, and he told me he never lets anyone see them. But maybe he doesn’t mind people touching them? I don’t know. And I don’t really have time to over analyze it as he kisses me again, a deep groan reverberating through his body.