Page 47 of Crash Landing
Nothing. I’d spilled my guts and he had nothing. I brushed my hands back over my now soaked hair and tried desperately to find any scraps of my armor that were left to put back around my heart.
“You don’t have anything to say?”
“No, I don’t.”
I nodded, feeling a bit too stripped, and started to turn away from him. His hand was quick to clamp around my wrist and turn me back toward him. I was instantly irritated by the smirk on his face.
But then he spoke and the irritation turned to ash.
“So, no physical touch, huh?”
“What?”
“Does that mean you can’t show me that thing humans do with their mouths?”
“What… kissing?”
“Sure,” he shrugged.
I was dumbstruck…
“I… I haven’t… I don’t…”
He stepped in closer, the smirk dissolving into fascination when he eyed my lips. His free hand slid up my arm and then around to cup the nape of my neck.
“Then you wouldn’t be able to judge me if I do it wrong?” he asked.
“You… you want to kiss me?”
“Do you want me to kiss you?”
The irritation was back and I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m about to slap you.”
He chuckled, his eyes moving to my lips again and filling my belly with butterflies.
“Yes,” he said. “I do want to kiss you, Sam.”
“Well…” I said shyly. “Do it.”
My heart was doing backflips. Saleuk inched closer until my chest was brushing up against him and leaned in, his lips caressing mine. It was light and gentle. Enough to tease me. But a taste only left me wanting more. When he pulled away, I found myself lifting my chin to chase him.
“That’s not fair,” I whispered.
“What isn’t?”
“I wanted a kiss.”
“Then tell me to kiss you.”
I rose up on my toes, gripping the thin fabric of his shirt in my hands to pull him toward me.
“Kiss me.”
He didn’t waste a second. His mouth crashed against mine and took my breath away. I moaned against his lips, melting into the hardness of his body as he slid his tongue into my mouth. The feeling was exhilarating. Warm and wonderful and addicting. I rose higher on my toes, trying to get closer to him. To feel more of him against me. When my teeth grazed his bottom lip, I heard him growl deep in his throat and the sound trickled south so fast, I nearly swooned.
When Saleuk finally pulled away, we were both panting.
“Is that how it’s done?”
