I shrugged casually. “I suppose that would be okay. Especially if you’re no good at it. Then I’ll have to coach you.”
My words had their intended effect. Shock and anger slashed across his face, and then stone-cold determination. One second he was standing before me and then next he rushed forward. One hand grasped my lower back and pulled my body against his, and the other cupped my jaw. He used his thumb to force my chin higher, in line with his. When he breathed, the scent of pumpkin mead washed over me and I inhaled in anticipation.
But he didn’t do anything. He just looked down at me as if drinking in my eagerness.
Do it!I wanted to scream.
He grinned then and my knees went weak. Leaning in, he brushed his lips across mine. It was so delicate it almost tickled. Everything in my body went numb and hot all at once. Just when I thought that might be it, he went for the kill.
Pressing his lips to mine with urgency, I whimpered in relief, opening my mouth as his tongue brushed along my own. His fingers dug into my back in a way that felt good, and I pressed my pelvis harder into his.
Our tongues were doing a dance that felt coordinated, and yet I could barely think.
This is the best kiss of my life.
I decided in this moment that every single kiss before it was pathetic and should be forgotten. I would have to burn my journal entries about them because they didn’t hold a candle to this kiss.
I felt giddy and slightly intoxicated as Raife’s emotions began to bleed into mine. He liked the kiss too, more than liked, but there was a sadness there too, always underlying his happy moments. I wished I could take his pain, forever, not just in these moments.
He pulled away from me then, panting.
I grinned. “I look forward to practicing that again tomorrow.”
The halfcocked smile he gave me caused my stomach to flip over. “As do I, Lani, as do I.”
Turning around, he left and shut the door, leaving me wondering if I was in fact dating my betrothed.
I slept better that night than I had all week.