genuine. I’ll be damned if I was going to miss a cue from her.
Wrigley was enjoying a female in the house as well. Her chin rested on the sofa right next to her.
She pulled her little legs up to her chest keeping her forehead on my shoulder, then her breathtaking greens stared up at me again.
My words came out before I meant for them to. “Have you ever been sick and like vomited for days and you start feeling better but haven’t eaten because you’re nervous you might vomit again,” I whispered.
She nodded.
“So you’re laying there watching TV and an IHOP commercial comes on showing French toast with butter melting on top and hot syrup being poured over it. Or a KFC commercial and you see those mashed potatoes and gravy. Or…”
She pinched my leg. “I get what your saying. It’s… like torture. You want it so badly,” she said understanding me perfectly.
I lifted her chin just a bit to force her to look into my eyes. “That’s how I feel right now about kissing you. Your lips being two inches from mine. I want them. And it’s like torture not having them.”
“So are my lips in this scenario, the French toast or the mashed potatoes and gravy?”
I grinned down at her. “My guess is they are sweet. More crepes or pancakes than either of those. But I’d be happy to get syrup if you’d like.”
She smiled. “Why don’t you stop torturing yourself?”
I think that was the cue I didn’t want to miss so I leaned toward her stopping about an inch away. Her breath blew over me and our eyes were still engaged. “Camden. I’m not just going to peck your lips. I’m going to kiss you fully and with intent to make you want more. But nothing more is going to happen so you don’t need to worry. Just a kiss. And when I’m done kissing you…it will be me you think of now when you think of kissing. Understood?”
“Yes,” she hissed out.
And in that moment, I moistened my lips and brushed mine over hers. First in a soft slow rhythm, allowing our mouths to introduce themselves. I wasn’t wrong about her being sweet. When I felt the tip of her tongue touch my lip, I went in for the kill. Molding my mouth to hers, our tongues slow danced together to a tempo all their own. And when she whimpered and fully relaxed into me, a guttural moan came from within me that I had never experienced. My arms held her as close as our bodies would allow and she was so small they nearly wrapped her twice.
Wrigley wasn’t allowed on the furniture but he nuzzled his nose between our bodies. Without stopping the kiss, I grabbed his collar and pushed him away.
In that moment when you can tell a kiss is coming to an end, I ached…but also wanted her to navigate things a bit. She rested her forehead against my chin, panting.
“Sorry. He’s jealous,” I smiled as Wrigley continued to pester her.
Then she glanced at me, grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me into her again, her lips even sweeter the second time around. My insides were spiraling out of control that she wanted to kiss me again. Not simply kiss me either, she straddled my lap as we kissed and I literally giggled like a little girl. I quickly did a check for my man card but it was gone! Toast….
Wrigley barked and Camden’s entire body jerked. With her in my arms, I stood and walked to Wrigley’s bed.
“Wrigley! Pillow!” I shouted and he lay down. “Stay!”
“Poor guy,” she said. “He wants some love too.”
I pecked her lips. “I’ll get another dog.”
She giggled and rested her head on my shoulder.
“There was nothing rough about that kiss, Will,” she said her eyes barely at half-mast. Damn she was sexy and had no idea.
“I would never be rough with you.”
“Why nothing more?” she asked breathless, desire burning in her eyes.
I smiled at her, pushing her hair away from her face. “Caaam… It would take about a half a second for you to change my mind. But, I want to do this right. You’ve tried on your own
Wrigley was enjoying a female in the house as well. Her chin rested on the sofa right next to her.
She pulled her little legs up to her chest keeping her forehead on my shoulder, then her breathtaking greens stared up at me again.
My words came out before I meant for them to. “Have you ever been sick and like vomited for days and you start feeling better but haven’t eaten because you’re nervous you might vomit again,” I whispered.
She nodded.
“So you’re laying there watching TV and an IHOP commercial comes on showing French toast with butter melting on top and hot syrup being poured over it. Or a KFC commercial and you see those mashed potatoes and gravy. Or…”
She pinched my leg. “I get what your saying. It’s… like torture. You want it so badly,” she said understanding me perfectly.
I lifted her chin just a bit to force her to look into my eyes. “That’s how I feel right now about kissing you. Your lips being two inches from mine. I want them. And it’s like torture not having them.”
“So are my lips in this scenario, the French toast or the mashed potatoes and gravy?”
I grinned down at her. “My guess is they are sweet. More crepes or pancakes than either of those. But I’d be happy to get syrup if you’d like.”
She smiled. “Why don’t you stop torturing yourself?”
I think that was the cue I didn’t want to miss so I leaned toward her stopping about an inch away. Her breath blew over me and our eyes were still engaged. “Camden. I’m not just going to peck your lips. I’m going to kiss you fully and with intent to make you want more. But nothing more is going to happen so you don’t need to worry. Just a kiss. And when I’m done kissing you…it will be me you think of now when you think of kissing. Understood?”
“Yes,” she hissed out.
And in that moment, I moistened my lips and brushed mine over hers. First in a soft slow rhythm, allowing our mouths to introduce themselves. I wasn’t wrong about her being sweet. When I felt the tip of her tongue touch my lip, I went in for the kill. Molding my mouth to hers, our tongues slow danced together to a tempo all their own. And when she whimpered and fully relaxed into me, a guttural moan came from within me that I had never experienced. My arms held her as close as our bodies would allow and she was so small they nearly wrapped her twice.
Wrigley wasn’t allowed on the furniture but he nuzzled his nose between our bodies. Without stopping the kiss, I grabbed his collar and pushed him away.
In that moment when you can tell a kiss is coming to an end, I ached…but also wanted her to navigate things a bit. She rested her forehead against my chin, panting.
“Sorry. He’s jealous,” I smiled as Wrigley continued to pester her.
Then she glanced at me, grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me into her again, her lips even sweeter the second time around. My insides were spiraling out of control that she wanted to kiss me again. Not simply kiss me either, she straddled my lap as we kissed and I literally giggled like a little girl. I quickly did a check for my man card but it was gone! Toast….
Wrigley barked and Camden’s entire body jerked. With her in my arms, I stood and walked to Wrigley’s bed.
“Wrigley! Pillow!” I shouted and he lay down. “Stay!”
“Poor guy,” she said. “He wants some love too.”
I pecked her lips. “I’ll get another dog.”
She giggled and rested her head on my shoulder.
“There was nothing rough about that kiss, Will,” she said her eyes barely at half-mast. Damn she was sexy and had no idea.
“I would never be rough with you.”
“Why nothing more?” she asked breathless, desire burning in her eyes.
I smiled at her, pushing her hair away from her face. “Caaam… It would take about a half a second for you to change my mind. But, I want to do this right. You’ve tried on your own
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