Page 166 of The First Time
"You are." He pulls my hair tie off. "You want to earn your way in the world." He runs his fingers through my hair. "It's admirable."
"Stubborn?"
"That too." He leans down to press his lips to mine.
I groan as his tongue slides into my mouth. I have a task here, and it's getting him naked. I can't forget that just because he's a fantastic kisser.
There. I undo one button. A second. A third. Then Kit's hands are on my ass, and he's pulling my body into his, pressing my crotch into his erection, and I forget about everything else.
He undoes the buttons of my jeans and pushes them off my hips.
I shimmy them to my ankles then step out of them. Again, my hands fumble over his buttons. This time, I manage to get them all.
He slides the shirt off his shoulders. His eyes find mine. His pupils are dilated and his cheeks are flushed, but his brow is furrowed and there's tension in his shoulders.
I reach up to run my fingers through his hair. "Don't make me ask what you're thinking again."
He cocks a brow.
"Or worse, offer you a penny for your thoughts."
"Don't want to bribe me?"
I shake my head.
"About something Mal said." His gaze goes to the view of the beach outside the windows. "Can't get it out of my head."
I run my fingers over his cheek. He leans into the gesture, but his eyes stay fixed on the ocean. His body stays turned away from mine.
My voice is low, a whisper. "What did he say?"
"Warned me not to break your heart."
"Is that something you were planning on doing?"
"No." He turns towards me. His dark eyes fix on mine. "This might not work. You might get hurt. I might get hurt. I can live with that."
"As opposed to?" I shift my weight between my legs. There's something different about his posture, his voice, his eyes—everything. Whatever it is that's haunting Kit, it's something he feels in his core.
But he's not saying anything.
Suddenly, my stomach is twisting and I'm not feeling steady. I dig my heels into the ground and look back into Kit's eyes. "What else would happen?"
"You ever know an addict?"
"You're not an addict anymore."
He shakes his head. "That's what I mean."
"What is?" I'm not going to take this coy shit lying down. I clamp onto his shoulders and turn his body towards mine. "If you don't want to talk to me, say that."
"You're caring and sweet."
"Thank you?"
"Loyal."
"Yeah."
