Page 65 of The Perfect Love

The mischievous gleam in her eyes sets me on fire.

“You asked if you’re living up to the fantasy book boyfriend reputation. You’re almost nailing it.”

“Almost? You have some complaints?”

“Only one.” She sucks in a sharp breath. “I need you to kiss me. I know I’ve wanted to take things slowly, but I love the feel of your lips on mine, and I’m kind of… desperate for more.”

Well, fuck me.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” My fingers tangle in her hair as my mouth lands on hers.

The contented sigh she lets out goes straight to my dick. As much as my brain knows we’re taking it slow, my dick hasn’t gotten the message, so I keep my hips back.

Or at least I try.

But then she fists my shirt and pulls me closer. Her lips part, then her tongue brushes my lips, encouraging me, giving me permission.

The second my tongue brushes hers, I know there’s no going back. Sure, our tongues danced when we kissed that first night, but it’s different this time. There’s so much more to it now, and despite the way she ran away, I’m glad it didn’t go any further then. Every delicious touch means so much more now.

She pulls me closer, and I try to shift my hips away, but she doesn’t let me. She drags my body until it’s against her, pressing her into the car door.

I wait for her to panic, to push me away and look terrified, but she doesn’t.

She takes what I give her and begs for more. Her throaty moans have me a second away from coming unglued.

I run my hands down her ribs, soaking in the spark I feel with every tiny touch.

Her swollen lips are soft against mine and her tongue delicately teases mine. With every movement, she’s in control,and my mind goes blank. All I feel is her. Not the breeze on my skin or the evening sun shining down on us.

A rave could be happening all around us and I wouldn’t know.

It’s only her. Me. Us. The beautiful, unlabeled, simply complexus.

I’ve never wanted anything more.

She finally breaks our kiss with a hand to my chest. The first thing I do is search her eyes for any sign of that fear, but all I find is hazy contentedness—and a heavy dose of lust.

“God, I’ve been wanting to do that.”

“And you’re okay?”

“I had to push myself through the first ten seconds—not because I didn’t want to do it, but because I needed to quiet the nagging voices in the back of my head. Once I did…” She sighs dreamily. “I could do that all night.”

I drop another kiss on her lips. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Mm, I don’t want this date to be over.”

“Want me to take the long way back to your apartment?” I don’t know what that is, but I’m sure I could find one.

“Anything to make it last a few minutes longer.” She kisses my cheek and lingers with her lips there for a moment, her breath tickling my ear.

I’m going to need a long drive with the windows down to cool off after that.

I’m pretty sure I drove around in circles, but I made the drive back to Chelsea’s apartment take forty-five minutes instead of fifteen.

We laughed and talked and enjoyed each other’s company.

I still don’t know the exact reason Chelsea wants to go slow, but I’m grateful for it. Having this no-pressure time to date and get to know each other has let us have fun. And after everything that’s happened in the last year, I didn’t realize how much I needed that.

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