Page 112 of Sweetheart
"That won't be a problem," he murmured as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
I licked my lips. "Well, it's also so we don't get carried away."
"Definitely more likely."
God.
Talk about distracting.
"A typical make-out session," I said, nearly breathless as his fingertips burrowed into my hair, "should last anywhere from a few minutes to an hour.So, I set my alarm for five."
Sam's intense gaze met my own. "Where'd you hear that?"
"Google."
He chuckled again, and this time we were close enough that I felt the sound vibrate through my body.
"You ready?" I asked.
"Start the timer," he said.
Sam's mouth was my new favorite place.I wanted to move in and never leave. As his lips moved to my neck, and I gasped, I couldn't think at all.
"Your alarm's going off, Kent," he murmured into my throat.
"Oh?" I managed to get out even as his lips trailed over my jaw. "Well, I chose the lowest amount oftime, so"—I gasped again as he nipped my skin—"I guess we could hit snooze. Just once."
"Hmmm."
After hitting the button, I pulled Sam's mouth to mine, trying to get even closer.
The kiss deepened, and I got lost in him again.
"Kent," Sam breathed.
"Yeah?"
"The alarm."
"What?"
"Alarm.Going off."
"I don't care," I murmured.
"Huh?" he said.
"Sam, just ignore it."
He stopped and pulled back. "You called me Sam," he said, wearing a bright smile."You never do that."
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Keep kissing me," I said.
"Thank God," he said.
