Page 43 of Make Me Want it Too

I’m not sure if that’s the end of that. Maybe I should have just shot my shot and kissed her lips.

But then she’s up on her knees and holds my face in her hands like I did to hers. She glances back and forth between my eyes as she bends forward. My heart is pounding like a fucking bass drum.

She comes in close, slowly. She looks at my mouth.

Am I sweating? I think I’m sweating.

Then, finally, with excruciating tenderness, she kisses my cheek.

She pulls back, fingers still curled in my hair, her thumbs grazing my jaw.

It’s silent. We haven’t broken eye contact.

Then she moves in again and I’m holding my breath.

She kisses my other cheek and then, slipping her hands away, she sits back down in front of me. “Your turn.”

She says it almost like a dare.

Her breathing is ragged, her lips parted, and she keeps looking at my mouth with half-hooded eyes and blown out pupils.

She wants me to kiss her.

I think.

I’m usually pretty good at knowing when a woman wants to be kissed. Normally, I don’t overthink it. Fuck, I don’t normally really think at all—I just go for it. But I can’t fuck this up. I can’t take the chance that I’m misreading the situation. Not with her. Not Macy.

And I didn’t come here with her in hopes of something happening between us or to take advantage of her while she’s feeling lonely. I just wanted to help her. To be here for her. To be her friend.

So, I place my finger under her chin and lean in. She lifts her face to mine and closes her eyes, waiting for me to do it. But I kiss the tip of her nose instead.

When I move away, her eyes are open, lips parted. Quickly, she shuts her mouth and lowers her brows. She’s almost pouting and I don’t know whether to smile because it’s adorable or smack myself across the face because I could be kissing those pouty lips right now.

“Your turn,” I say.

If she wants to kiss me, it has to be her. She either needs to make the first move or flat out tell me she wants me to. I won’t risk losing her trust.

Macy blinks rapidly. “Okay.”

She puts her hands on my shoulders and moves in, her eyes darting back and forth between mine as she gets closer, as if to say, is this okay? I put my hands on her waist to steady her and to say yes, keep going, resisting the urge to pull her in faster.

We’re so close. Her skin smells like warm peaches, and her breath tickles my lips, and I think I hear her letting out a shaky sigh but my pulse is pounding too loudly in my ears to be sure.

And then her mouth is on mine. I close my eyes to savor the contact. Soft and delicate, our lips barely touch before she starts to pull away. The sweetest, briefest of pecks.

No.

I grip her hips and move forward, keeping my lips on hers, kissing her back.

She exhales and presses against me harder in return and I fucking love it. She opens her lips just enough I get to taste the tip of her tongue and then the kiss is over and she’s pulling away again.

Kissing her is perfect, but it wasn’t nearly enough.

She’s flushed, her chest rising and falling fast, lips darkened and slightly puffy. She’s aroused, and my dick twitches.

Fuck it.

I wrap my hands around the back of her head, curling my fingers into her hair and pull her mouth back to mine.

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