Page 29 of The First Play

“I don’t know how you’re gonna top it, actually.” Her smile is teasing.

“Yeah, well, I had to make the first one epic. I wanted you to think I was the best.”

“You are the best.”

And there goes that warm feeling in my chest again.

“You could have taken me out to do just one of those things tonight and I would have come home a happy girl.”

“Yeah?”

“I like spending time with you.” She squeezes my hand. “I don’t care what we’re doing. You just make me feel…” Her blush is magic, and I stop her, resting my hand on her hip.

“I make you feel what?”

She tips her head back, stretching her arms wide. “Rapturous. Intoxicated. Euphoric.”

“And she’s a walking thesaurus too.” I grin.

“Blame my parents.” She giggles. “They’re really into the whole ‘word of the day’ thing.”

“I like it.”

“I like you,” she whispers, her cheeks flushing again. “I hope you don’t mind me saying that. I know I can be overly honest sometimes. It can be really problematic, actually.”

Leaning in, I rest my hand on the side of her neck and make my intentions all too clear. “I don’t mind it so much,” I whisper.

It takes all my control to close the space between us slowly.

I want to grab her and press my lips to hers, swipe my tongue into her sweet mouth and taste that luscious, honest tongue of hers.

But I won’t be a douche.

So I take it slow, giving her every chance to pull away from me.

She doesn’t.

Her eyelids flutter closed just as my lips touch hers. The kiss is soft and sweet, just like she is. I sink into it, enjoying the delicate moan that builds in her throat. Her fingers skim up my arm, coming to rest on my shoulders and lightly gripping my jacket as I thread my arm around her waist and pull her flush against me.

She fits so perfectly.

And I’m starting to experience that euphoria she was talking about.

Shit, I’ve probably been experiencing it the whole time I’ve been with her.

But this is next-level.

Her lips are lush and pliant, the pressure perfect. She smells so fucking good, and I want to lift her off her feet again.

This night can’t end.

I want it to keep going until sunrise. Who cares about sleep and rejuvenation? I just want to spend more time with her.

Pulling back, her breath whistles over my mouth, her eyes searching mine, then starting to sparkle like diamonds before she leans in again, kissing me with a touch more urgency. I meet her desire, my hand cupping the back of her head as her tongue swipes across my bottom lip.

I open my mouth, deepening the kiss and now making soft moans of my own.

She feels so good.

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