confused or focusing really hard on something. Your lips are like a present I want to unwrap and make smile again because when you do, everything’s better.”
I bite the exact body part he just made me all mushy about and turn my head away. His words, so smooth and yet so honest, have that tingle in my chest radiating through my body.
“Eye contact is key,” he says, pulling my attention back to him. “If you can hold a man’s attention with the simple look of your eyes, then you know you have him.”
I raise my chin and stare into his eyes and find myself being drawn into him. Like a moth to a flame, I’m being pulled in, and I can’t find the strength to turn away.
They grow darker and glaze over in a lustful haze as his pupils dilate, searching mine. He seems to have the same magnetism toward me as I do him. The noise I heard all around us is completely silenced. The people surrounding us disappear.
His fingers grip my waist, giving a more physical sensation as he applies pressure to there. I’m tugging his arm, willing him to come closer to me, and I don’t want to stop.
My senses are heightened as his body brushes against mine. A bolt of electricity courses through my bones, and I clutch him tighter. His intoxicating, musky scent washes over me, and as we draw nearer, I can practically taste the whiskey on his soft lips.
I don’t know what comes over me, but without thinking, I fall forward and crash my mouth against Hunter’s. My lips form against his, and for a brief moment, I consider what a foolish mistake this is until he parts his mouth and pulls me into him, his tongue gliding out to caress mine.
If this is a mistake, then I don’t want to be right.
His other hand is now on my face, caressing my skin as our tongues dance around each other. He applies the firmest pressure to our kiss, which makes my chest heave into his, as I search for any amount of friction and embrace this man is willing to offer.
I raise my palm from his heart and move it up to his neck, feeling his pulse throbbing beneath my thumb.
His mouth draws out our kiss until I’m breathless. When he pulls away, his eyes are hooded as his thumb rubs a circle against my cheek.
I lower my arm and take a step back. I have to blink to remind myself we’re in a crowded bar with garland stretched across the ceiling and Bruce Springsteen playing on the speakers.
What the hell just happened? I’ve never kissed someone like that—with me making that final push to make it happen—but holy hell, I couldn’t stop myself.
“I’m so embarrassed,” I whisper in disbelief, placing a hand over my mouth, still feeling the tingle of our make-out session. “One minute, I’m talking about being infatuated with a certain man, and the next, I’m sucking face with you.”
He grins at that comment. As he grabs his glass and takes a drink, I have a feeling he’s just as shocked as I am at what we just did.
“I’m sorry. God”—I shake my head, not sure what I’m trying to say—“I don’t want you to think I’m some foolish girl who throws herself at any guy over his silly words and then gets lost by his all-consuming kisses. I mean, I only wanted to learn how to be more forward. That was a complete accident. I’m so sorry. Please say something. Why aren’t you speaking?”
With raised brows and a smirk, he leans forward and takes a long, slow sip of his drink, turning only his chin to me and looking at me through his long lashes. “You think my kisses are all-consuming?”
I want to laugh because, from that whole speech, that’s what he took away. Instead, I shrug, feeling shy, and admit, “I’ve never been kissed like that before.” I want to bury myself and never see him again.
“I do enjoy kissing a beautiful woman.”
Wait, what?
I turn to him and notice he’s nothing but happy right now. Perhaps he’s used to women throwing themselves at him; in which case, he’ll just dismiss it and not let me die from embarrassment.
“Well, you’re an excellent teacher. When I kiss Branson for the first time, I’ll have a higher expectation.” I take a seat and look over at Hunter. His grin is now gone, and his eyes are searching the floor. “So, what