The Perfect Fix (Perfect Kisses #5) - Miley Maine Page 0,18
find a way to stay here some more. I will need to make some excuses to stay.
But all of a sudden, I realize that Aisha is looking at me differently, she’s giving me the sort of stare which suggests I don’t need to make excuses to remain at all, she wants me to stay. She may well want me to stay for the sort of reason I have hoped she might want me around for. I don’t want to get my hopes too high, but this is my gut feeling.
“Well...” She rises to her feet, and I do the same thing. Just because it feels like the best thing to do. “I erm...”
“Yes.” It seems like we both don’t know what to say here. There’s so much that needs to be spoken about, but I don’t know where to begin.
But then it seems like I don’t need to speak, I don’t need to say anything because she is coming closer to me. That look in her eyes is growing deeper and deeper. I can definitely feel it now. Something is about to happen, but I don’t know what...
8
Aisha
December 21st
What the hell am I doing? I think as my lips draw even closer to Marc’s. Is this crazy? What am I playing at? I have dreamt about this moment, a couple of times actually, but allowing my imagination to get the better of me because it wasn’t real was acceptable… this isn’t.
Yet, even knowing all of that, it doesn’t stop me. He seems to have me completely captivated. I’m pulled in by a powerful, unstoppable magnetic force and I can’t fight it however hard I try. I don’t even want to stop; I crave to know what this will be like…
Oh my God. My lips crash against his and my insides explode like damn fireworks. Every cell inside of me erupts like a volcano and it’s all for him. I practically melt into Marc’s arms, letting him have me already. My knees have turned to jelly. I don’t know if this man is holding me up, I certainly feel like I could tumble to the ground at any given moment.
Wow. I part my lips ever so slightly and Marc takes the open invitation. His tongue invades my mouth and absolutely intensifies everything. He is massaging me, claiming me, taking me as his own.
“Oh my,” I murmur with my eyes still half lidded as we pull apart. “That was something else.”
I take a couple of moments before I finally allow the light into my eyes and immediately, I’m flooded with this angel like vision of him. He’s glowing, handsome, so gorgeous, and my savior as well. He has really come to my rescue without me even asking him to. I still don’t quite know what to think about it… at least my brain doesn’t. My arms are hooked possessively around his neck, not wanting him to go anywhere at all.
“I have been trying to tell you, haven’t I?” he chuckles, a sound which vibrates all the way through my body and hits me hard at the core. “I knew that we could be good together. This is why I have been constantly asking you out on a date.”
“Hey, I never agreed to go on a date with you,” I tease, finding myself feeling strangely comfortable around him, unlike I have ever done before… not in reality anyway. Perhaps this isn’t a dream at all. “Don’t start getting all serious on me now, okay?”
Marc doesn’t answer. Not with words anyway. Instead, he kisses me hard once more, completely stripping all of the air from my lungs. No. No way, this can’t be a dream because this is far too real for that, and it feels even better than I ever could have imagined. His lips are softer, yet more commanding, the sensation of his hands on my hips is more electric than my imagination ever could have pictured… I honestly didn’t know it could be like this.
This just shows me that Ronnie really was absolutely useless, nothing worthwhile.
All of a sudden, just as I am getting used to the feel of Marc kissing me, he changes things up again and keeps me on my toes by whipping me off the ground and placing my ass gently on the table. I squeal, half with excitement because this is so much fun, and half with terror because I don’t know if the table can handle my weight, but thankfully it does…