More.
I circle his wrists with my fingers to keep him from movingaway.
He doesn’t. He moves to the other side of my face, and as his lips descend, I lift myface.
This time his lips brush the corner of mine, cling for a moment. It’s open-mouthed and deliciouslysexy.
My fingers creep up his face, curl into his hair. I tug at the ends of the soft strands—not hard enough to bring his mouth to mine, but enough that when my tongue darts out to wet my suddenly dry lips, I taste himtoo.
I want him closer. Want more of him, all ofhim.
Holding back nearly breaks me, takes every ounce of control I have plus some borrowed from tomorrow, next week, next year. Tears sting the backs of my eyes from the effort until one spills over, tracing a bold path down mycheek.
Shit.
“You can’t kiss me right now,” I breathe. “I wanted our first kiss to be perfect.” I reach up to swipe at the tear, the evidence that this isn’t going how it’s supposed to, and he brushes my handaway.
He gazes down at me, his expression full of wanting and somethingmore.
“Really.” His breath dances across my lips, and his warm palms cup my neck. “Because I just fucking wantit.”
Before I can protest, Tyler Adams is kissingme.
His hand is in my hair, dragging my mouth tohis.
Of the million thoughts I could have in this moment, the only one that cuts through fog is,Fuckingfinally.
He tastes like home and adventure, everywhere I’ve been and everywhere I want to go. It’s so new I’m fascinated and so familiar Iache.
The first brush of his tongue sets me on fire. Forget playing it cool. My arms lock around his neck and pull me up so I can press my body closer tohis.
I want to feel him everywhere. From the way he kisses me back, I can tell he wants thattoo.
He backs me across the floor, swallowing my gasp when I hit thewall.
My hands slide up his firm chest, relishing the muscles that jump beneath my touch. I swear I feel every inch of him, and my leg hooks around his as if I can draw him into me from that motionalone.
Kissing Tyler is a storm I want to bottle, to study, to chase to the ends of theearth.
We’re both storms, two opposing forces clashing, becoming one. It’s hard and hot andbewildering.
My teeth sink into his lower lip, and he groans, tugging on my hair so I open forhim.
He grabs my ass, grinding against me, and I rub my breasts against his chest though our clothes, needing some friction, any fuckingfriction.
His lips skim my damp cheek and down my neck. I angle my jaw up, needing him closer, and he devours me like a starvingman.
I’mdying.
Turning to a liquid, to a gas, to plasma under hishands.
If this is what it feels like to be real with Tyler, I’m in. I want everything he is, and I want to be everything he’snot.
I want to shut out the world and lose myself in him, to beg him to show me allhe—
A knock at the door has Tyler tearing his mouth away. The anguished look on his face has my gutwrenching.
“It’s Brandon,” comes the voice through the door. “You ever gonna come out, or is this a sock-on-door kind ofsituation?”