happening?
He put one of his hands on my hip and his other arm snaked around my back. Champagne fizz sang in my ears. He leaned closer and pressed his lips to mine tentatively. Yes, this is happening. One of his hands caught the hair at my neck. His breathing got faster and he opened his mouth and our tongues touched. For a second I didn’t know what to do, but then his hands went up to my temples and combed the hair away from my face, and suddenly we were really kissing, even though I had never done much kissing before.
It was like some long-forgotten, secret file in my brain had been storing kissing instructions all this time, just waiting for the right moment to tell my mouth what to do. All five of my senses sharpened up to razor-fine points; every single nerve in my body pinged, as if Caleb’s GPS had just discovered all their hidden locations.
Then his mouth broke away from mine and moved over to my ear. “You are an amazing kisser, Lana,” he whispered. Lana? Who’s Lana? His lips moved to my ear, down my neck, and back up to my chin. My champagne-soaked innards were suffering a total nuclear meltdown. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me in closer while his kisses worked some kind of hypnotic spell over my body. Just when I had a wild urge to feel his body push down on mine, right on Mrs. Blodgett’s pristine, 1000-thread count sheets, he broke away. His hair was gorgeously mussed. Look what you did to him.
“Tell me to leave,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Now.”
“Huh?” I wiped my wet mouth and smoothed my hair down.
“Tell me to go—or I might not.”
I crossed my arms and took a deep breath. “Okay. Caleb, can you please go now? It’s late and I need my beauty sleep.” I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay and kiss me like that a few more times. A few thousand more times.
He ran his hands through his hair. “Not super convincing.” He smirked at me. “And you don’t need much beauty sleep.”
“Oh, is that so?” I put my palms flat on his muscular chest and pushed hard. He laughed and didn’t budge. “CALEB, GET LOST OR I’LL CALL THE COPS! Well? How was that?”
He pulled a cell phone out of his pocket. “Number?” I managed to remember my phone number. He punched it in and shoved his phone back in his pocket. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” he whispered. “Don’t go finding any boyfriends before I see you.”
When the door closed, I grinned so hard my cheeks hurt. I skipped into the bathroom, scrubbed my face, pulled my party dress off, and tugged a nightie over my head.
When I finally crawled, delirious, between Mrs. Blodgett’s fabulous sheets, I could still feel his lips on mine.
Mare Desiderii ~ Sea of Desire
The twisting road on the way to breakfast was not helping matters. I slid across the backseat of Piper’s BMW when she took a turn too fast.
“Slow down! You want me to barf in here?” But she didn’t hear me. She hadn’t stopped talking since we woke up.
“I still can’t believe it! My first rager and we all get boyfriends! And they are all related to each other? You guys, I can’t even.”
I stayed quiet. Even though I couldn’t believe it either.
“Well?” Maya asked, swiveling around to face me from the front seat. “What happened to you last night?”
“We’re dying, Lana!”
I sighed and drummed my fingers on the door handle. “Caleb is really nice.”
Maya made a face. “My grandpa is nice.”
“We got along,” I said. “You know.” Did they want a play-by-play of each kiss? When he grabbed my hair and nibbled on my neck? The sexy, unfocused look in his eyes? I shook the memories away and tried to look innocent.
“A long what?” Piper said, watching me from the mirror.
“Piper!” Maya squealed. “Look at her—she’s bright pink.”
“We kissed, okay?”
“That’s three for three!” Piper screamed. She pulled off her sunglasses and high-fived me from the front seat. Her
He put one of his hands on my hip and his other arm snaked around my back. Champagne fizz sang in my ears. He leaned closer and pressed his lips to mine tentatively. Yes, this is happening. One of his hands caught the hair at my neck. His breathing got faster and he opened his mouth and our tongues touched. For a second I didn’t know what to do, but then his hands went up to my temples and combed the hair away from my face, and suddenly we were really kissing, even though I had never done much kissing before.
It was like some long-forgotten, secret file in my brain had been storing kissing instructions all this time, just waiting for the right moment to tell my mouth what to do. All five of my senses sharpened up to razor-fine points; every single nerve in my body pinged, as if Caleb’s GPS had just discovered all their hidden locations.
Then his mouth broke away from mine and moved over to my ear. “You are an amazing kisser, Lana,” he whispered. Lana? Who’s Lana? His lips moved to my ear, down my neck, and back up to my chin. My champagne-soaked innards were suffering a total nuclear meltdown. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me in closer while his kisses worked some kind of hypnotic spell over my body. Just when I had a wild urge to feel his body push down on mine, right on Mrs. Blodgett’s pristine, 1000-thread count sheets, he broke away. His hair was gorgeously mussed. Look what you did to him.
“Tell me to leave,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Now.”
“Huh?” I wiped my wet mouth and smoothed my hair down.
“Tell me to go—or I might not.”
I crossed my arms and took a deep breath. “Okay. Caleb, can you please go now? It’s late and I need my beauty sleep.” I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay and kiss me like that a few more times. A few thousand more times.
He ran his hands through his hair. “Not super convincing.” He smirked at me. “And you don’t need much beauty sleep.”
“Oh, is that so?” I put my palms flat on his muscular chest and pushed hard. He laughed and didn’t budge. “CALEB, GET LOST OR I’LL CALL THE COPS! Well? How was that?”
He pulled a cell phone out of his pocket. “Number?” I managed to remember my phone number. He punched it in and shoved his phone back in his pocket. “I’ll call you tomorrow,” he whispered. “Don’t go finding any boyfriends before I see you.”
When the door closed, I grinned so hard my cheeks hurt. I skipped into the bathroom, scrubbed my face, pulled my party dress off, and tugged a nightie over my head.
When I finally crawled, delirious, between Mrs. Blodgett’s fabulous sheets, I could still feel his lips on mine.
Mare Desiderii ~ Sea of Desire
The twisting road on the way to breakfast was not helping matters. I slid across the backseat of Piper’s BMW when she took a turn too fast.
“Slow down! You want me to barf in here?” But she didn’t hear me. She hadn’t stopped talking since we woke up.
“I still can’t believe it! My first rager and we all get boyfriends! And they are all related to each other? You guys, I can’t even.”
I stayed quiet. Even though I couldn’t believe it either.
“Well?” Maya asked, swiveling around to face me from the front seat. “What happened to you last night?”
“We’re dying, Lana!”
I sighed and drummed my fingers on the door handle. “Caleb is really nice.”
Maya made a face. “My grandpa is nice.”
“We got along,” I said. “You know.” Did they want a play-by-play of each kiss? When he grabbed my hair and nibbled on my neck? The sexy, unfocused look in his eyes? I shook the memories away and tried to look innocent.
“A long what?” Piper said, watching me from the mirror.
“Piper!” Maya squealed. “Look at her—she’s bright pink.”
“We kissed, okay?”
“That’s three for three!” Piper screamed. She pulled off her sunglasses and high-fived me from the front seat. Her
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