Page 165 of The First Time
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Piper
I'm poringover casting calls when Kit knocks on my door.
"Come in."
He does. He leans against the frame. His eyes fix on mine. "Everyone's gone."
"They are."
"Been thinking about doing this all day." He goes to my desk, pulls me up from my chair, and pulls me into a deep kiss.
God, he tastes good.
My lips part to make way for his tongue. He doesn't hold back. He kisses me hard. Affection pours from him to me then back again.
I pull back with a needy sigh. "I should shower."
He raises a brow.
"You could join... if you want."
"If I want?" He smiles, reveling in my nervousness.
"I'd like you to join."
"Your shower big enough?"
"We'll make it work." I squeeze his hand and lead down the hall. I'm pretty sure Kit is sayingsomethingbut I haven't got a clue what it is. My head is too full of thoughts of his naked, sopping wet body to focus on anything else.
The shower in my bathroom is okay, but the shower in Mom and Dad's bathroom—that's a hell of a shower.
Usually, we ignore this space. It's a waste of a beautiful master bedroom—the windows look out on the ocean—but it's not like anyone wants to sleep here.
Kit takes in the room with a bemused smirk.
"Yes?" I ask.
He nods to the expensive dresser. "Nice stuff."
"And?"
He smiles. "Spoiled rich girl."
"When I see your parents' place, I'm going to torture you as badly as you're torturing me." I reach up to undo his top button. "Then you'll be sorry for your attitude."
He shakes his head. "Won't be sorry."
"How can you be sure?"
He runs his fingers over my jawline then over my cheeks. "You're too cute when you're nervous."
"I'm not nervous."
"Or embarrassed."
"I'm not—"
