Page 12 of Wright Kind of Trouble

I moved into her space, pushing my hand into her hair, tilting her head up to look at me. She inhaled sharply, her lips parting slightly.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the our eyes first locked.”

Her smile turned Cheshire. “You’ve already kissed me.”

I tugged her even closer, until our chests were pressed together and I could feel the wild beat of her heart. I dipped my head until our lips nearly touched. Our breath mingling in the space.

“Then, I want to taste your lips.”

“Please,” she whispered.

The plea on her lips did nothing but make me want her even more earnestly.

There was a pause in the universe as we hung suspended. Her eyes fluttering closed and her exhale of anticipation. The tightening of her hands into the lapels of my suit. The light of the moon illuminating her features. Like an ethereal being on the cusp of giving up her immortality for a taste of desire.

My lips bridged the small gap that remained between us. Our mouths fit together, soft and pillowy. She tasted of the cherry aftereffects of her wine. I would never think of cherries again without the thought of this moment.

She gasped against me as my tongue brushed against her, tender and inviting. Her chest heaved and pressed tighter into me. I tilted her up even more so I could dive ever deeper. I wanted to drown in her.

“Oh,” she whispered.

We broke apart long enough for her to look up at me with bedroom eyes. As if she’d had a revelation.

I grinned. “Oh?”

“Is that what that’s supposed to feel like?”

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I told her with all sincerity.

And then we both went under.

Our kiss flipped like a light switch.

My hands tangled harder in her hair. Her hands sought for purchase. Our bodies moved against each other, fervent and desperate. The thread between us snapped taut, and what we’d just been navigating since that first look came to a head. Our tongues collided with need. A dance as much as the ballroom one we’d done inside. Now, we were out here in the dry evening air, and I wanted nothing more than to devour her whole.

If we had been anywhere else, I would have pushed for more. Found a quiet place away from the rest of the world, rucked up her skirt, and found all new ways to make her moan. I wanted it with a fire that I hadn’t known existed in me. No one had made me this reckless in my entire life. And, fuck, I was hard enough that I was considering it.

We broke apart then with chest-heaving gasps and wide eyes.

“We should…get out of here.”

She touched her lips like I’d burned her. “Yes,” she whispered.

I took her hand in mine and brought it to my lips. Her eyes tracked my mouth as I pressed kisses into her knuckles.

“I drove. You could…come home with me.”

There was no hesitancy in her expression. She’d felt exactly what I had.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

She nodded. Then, she blinked, as if returning to the world. “Oh, wait. No. No, I can’t go.”

My heart lurched at the quick rejection. “Oh.”

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