Page 116 of Reckless
“How.”
“By handling it well.”
One side of his mouth finally tipped.Real this time.Brief.Destabilizing.“I can try worse.”
“No.Don’t you dare.”
He gave me exactly one second to recover and then said, “Come here.”
That hit low and immediate.
His expression tightened.“Kelly.”
I tugged on his shirt to bring him closer.
His hands came to my waist immediately and he was familiar.
I tipped my face up.
For a minute he didn’t move and I said, “Yes?”
He bent and kissed me, slowly.
He was hotter now and clearly his kiss knew things.
His hands held my waist and nothing else.
I kissed him harder for that.
He made a low sound into my mouth that went straight through to a pulse in my core.
I was in trouble.
His lips pressed together against mine with a kind of hunger that made me want to both sink into it and tear through all of it at once.This time when he tasted me, there was no question in it about whether I wanted him back.
He was learning me.
His thumb brushed once over the side of my waist, under the edge of my dress, and that tiny movement nearly made me whimper.
He stopped immediately and he hulled back half an inch.
I put it back.There was no point hiding what my body was doing, I laughed breathlessly and said, “Keep going.”
His mouth moved against mine again, almost a smile.“Good.”
Then he kissed me once more, deeper this time, and his hand slid back under the fabric enough to feel skin and then no farther.
My head tipped back slightly with the effort of not dragging him where I wanted him.
When he finally broke the kiss, both of us breathing harder than either one of us should have been from standing still in a library, he kept his forehead against mine and said, “You tell me when.”
I closed my eyes.I was done for.
I opened my eyes and gazed at him.
He was wrecked too and that made me feel a little better about my own state.
“Good.”I whispered and pressed my forehead briefly into the side of his jaw.
