A rush of heat floods my nerve endings as he strokes my tongue with his, his fingers leaving my jaw and descending to caress my throat.
Kissing Cole is nothing like I’ve ever imagined. I expected some skill, since he’s definitely very experienced.
But nothing could have prepared me for the intoxicating feeling of his kiss.
It’s demanding and powerful as he explores my mouth with unhurried confidence. It’s dominant and yet not overpowering. There’s reverence in the way he brushes his tongue against mine, in how his lips massage me and his teeth occasionally come to nip my bottom lip.
It’s like Cole is keeping his passion under control, giving me the chance to explore him as much as he’s doing with me.
He tastes fresh, slightly sweet like the soda he was drinking while we were playing.
My hands are splayed on his strong, muscular chest, feeling the warmth of his skin under the soft cotton of his t-shirt.
I don’t even realize that my hands curl into fists, grabbing onto the fabric when he sucks on my bottom lip.
I pull him closer, drunk on his warmth, on his taste, on the feeling of his body so close to mine.
A low rumble, almost a growl, sounds deep in Cole’s chest and his hand leaves my throat. His fingers trace the edge of my shoulder, the side of my chest until they close around my waist, pulling me flush with him.
COLE
I wish I had never, ever kissed Bay Woods.
Because… fuck.
How can I go back to being her friend after this? God knows I’ve had my fair share of kisses but nothing compares to this.
Bay is so soft, her lips fit perfectly with mine. At first she waits me out, almost waiting to see if I end the kiss with a couple of soft pecks on her lips.
Maybe I should. It would be the smartest thing to do. But I can’t. Once our are lips are fused together, I want more. I need to taste her, I need to breathe her in.
If this is the only time I get to kiss the woman I love, I need to make it count. So that I can commit this kiss to memory.
When Bay parts her lips, allowing me in, I know I’m done for.
This kiss has ruined any other kiss for me as long as I fucking live.
She’s everything. Soft, warm, beautiful and perfect.
Sweet and yet not meek, not even a little bit. Bay gives as good as she gets, matching me stroke for stroke.
When she fists my t-shirt to pull me closer, I lose my shit.
Touching her is the worst idea I could possibly have right now and yet, I can’t even try to talk myself out of it.
I keep my touch light, giving her the opportunity to move away, to end this stolen moment.
My fingers trace the edge of her collarbone, descending to the side of her round, perfect tits.
The temptation to close my hand around Bay’s soft, perky breast almost kills me but I move on. If I ever got to touch her like that, it would be because she wants to. I respect her toomuch to try to grope her in front of all our friends. Besides, I have to remember that when this kiss is over, nothing changes.
Bay is with Ryker and Topher can still ruin everything I’ve ever worked for.
Despite all that, I don’t break the kiss.
My hand finds the slope of Bay’s narrow waist and that’s when I pull her to me.
We have hugged countless times but it was never like this. I never had her lips crushing mine with barely restrained passion. I never felt the firm, silky softness of her tongue.