Page 29 of Spark
Sophie pulled up in front of the Queen Anne Victorian and parked. Without any streetlights on the ranch, the car’s interior was dark, lit only by the low glow from her dashboard and touchscreen. All around them, the night sky was jeweled with the kind of stars that you never saw in the city.
The enclosed space of her car felt suddenly intimate, and she couldn’t help wishing wistfully that this had been a real date with a goodnight kiss.
She wondered what it would feel like to have his lips brush across hers, and suddenly wanted to feel that, with an intensity that surprised her.
I’m nearly twenty-three years old, and I don’t want to wait any longer to kiss someone, dammit.
Chris was probably a good kisser. He’d certainly had more practice. Hell, anyone her age had more practice!
She turned to him. Her heart was pounding and her throat had gone dry, but she was determined to ask him.
Before she could speak, Chris unfastened his seatbelt and put his warm hand on her right shoulder.
“Hey,” he said, his voice suddenly husky. “Can I give you a goodnight kiss?”
Sophie stared at him in disbelief.Can he actually read my mind?
Chris’s face fell. “Never min—” he began.
“I-I’d love a kiss, actually,” she managed. And just like that, her face was burning hot again. She added, “You just surprised me, that’s all.”
“Hopefully, it was a good surprise,” he murmured.
Chris turned and cupped Sophie’s cheek with his other hand, drawing her face gently towards his.
He leaned in slowly, and the anticipation almost too much to endure. Finally, his lips brushed hers softly. His mouth against hers was soft and very warm.
At the contact, a jolt ran straight down to the pit of her belly, igniting a slow, hot throb between her legs.
He tensed and drew back slightly, as if he had just experienced the same zing of contact.
Chris closed the distance between them again. A heartbeat later, his lips touched hers again, warm and firm.
She tentatively returned the kiss, hoping that he wouldn’t be able to tell how inexperienced she was at this.
Chris deepened the contact, devouring her lips with his own. The hot pulse in her pussy coalesced into incandescent flame and a deep, aching need for more.
She had imagined being kissed romantically thousands of times, but even in her most fevered daydreams, she’d never imagined anything likethis.
Sophie reached for him and drew his head down, returning his hungry kisses with frantic desire. She lost track of time, forgot where she was. His mouth on hers gradually became more demanding, until she parted her lips and he used his tongue to boldly invade her mouth, where it stroked and caressed her.
She made an involuntary sound as a fresh wave of heat and need swept over her, and immediately wondered what he must be thinking.
At least he didn’t stop kissing her. She drank in all of the wonderful sensations—heat, the movement of his mouth against hers, the lingering scents of strawberries, vanilla, and cream rising from his skin.
Chris’s hands left her face and shoulder, brushing the sensitive skin of her throat and raising pleasant shivers before they traveled lower. He skimmed the tips of her breasts with his knuckles, and she felt a fresh jolt of pleasure at his touch, despite the barriers of her blouse and bra.
The entire time, he never stopped kissing her. His hands dropped to her waist, lifting the hem of her loose top. It felt so good and so right when his heated palms slid against the bare skin of her lower back, then rose in a slow, smooth, stroking caress on either side of her spine.
His hands stopped when he encountered her bra band. Still kissing her, he began to unhook it.
Sophie abruptly returned to her senses, realizing how close things were to getting totally out of control.
Fear shot through her. Kissing Chris had been better and more exciting then she’d ever imagined, but he was moving too fast now. She desperately needed some time to think about what this all meant…and whether it meant anything at all.
Running beneath the surface of all that was worry about what he’d think if he found out that this had been her first kiss.
Would he laugh at me? Or worse, feel sorry for me?
