Page 133 of Love in Riverbend
“I won’t stop you.”
He turns us. In less than a second, my shoulders are against the garage. Justin’s hands are on either side of my face, and his solid body is in front of me. His masculine scent fills my senses as his gaze rakes over me.
Without a word, he takes my chin in his grasp.
Gentler than this morning, Justin moves slowly and deliberately, taking his time.
Butterfly kisses and nips pepper my lips, warming me from the inside. As my breathing hitches, his kisses become deeper. His lips take mine—consuming me. Justin’s actions are as if he’s starved for our connection.
His hunger is contagious.
I feel him everywhere. While it’s only a kiss, every cell within my body sparks to life, flickers igniting into flames. When his tongue seeks entrance, I willingly part my lips. It’s as his kisses leave my lips, moving to my neck, the sensitive skin behind my ear, and onto my collarbone that my fingers weave through his hair, and I push my hips toward his hard frame.
Justin sighs as he pulls back. With one hand on the wall, his other is caressing my arm. “How did you learn to kiss like that?” he asks, his lips quirking into a grin.
My pulse is too fast, and my nipples too hard.
Licking my lips, I grin. “I’ve never kissed like that before.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Reaching for his shirt, I lay my hand on his chest. “I’m always honest. It’s okay if you think I need more practice.”
His grin grows. “I think you’ve perfected the task, but I’m willing to help you out if you’re looking for a practice partner.”
“I am,” I say, pushing up on my tiptoes and meeting his lips with mine.
Justin spreads his legs, straddling mine. With his hands on my hips, he moves them higher, under my sweatshirt. My flesh is ultrasensitive to his touch. If he moves a few more inches, he’ll learn that I’m not wearing a bra.
However, his hands don’t move higher. His fingers splay on my lower back as his touch hovers in safe territory.
Safe isn’t the right word.
Having his hands on me, beneath my shirt is a whole new experience. I’m ultra-conscious of his touch. The coarseness of his fingers is like flint striking against steel. The temperature within me rises, yet he takes each step slow, not pushing me.
When he backs up, he grins. “For the record, I like your shorts.”
My cheeks grow warm. “I didn’t know you would be at dinner. I saw Dad and Ricky get out of the truck and assumed you didn’t want to be here.”
“I almost turned around.”
“Why?”
“Because, BK, you have me not thinking straight. On the way here, I almost stopped and picked daisies.”
I laugh. “I like daisies.”
His forehead drops to mine. “I’m out of my element.”
If this is out, I can’t imagine in.
“You seem rightfully qualified to be my kissing instructor.”
His chest moves as he takes deep breaths, and he runs a finger over my cheek. “I can’t believe this is you. You’re so beautiful.”
“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment.”
Justin swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “It’s meant as one. I keep reminding myself that you’re…” He pauses. “That you’ve become more than Ricky’s little tagalong sister.”
