Page 65 of The First Time
I nod. It's a lot better than the alternative. And it means she trusts me. Nobody fucking trusts me. Not after all the shit I pulled last year.
"I'll let you get to bed." If I don't leave now, I'm going to invite myself to join her.
She looks up into my eyes as she slides her arms around my neck. Her lids flutter together as she rises to her tip toes to kiss me.
She tastes like citrus and cheap vodka, but under that is Piper.
Her lips part. She arches her back, pressing her body against mine, inviting me to take her.
My entire body is humming with the kind of energy I only feel on stage.
I want to take her to her room and make her come.
Which means I need to leave. Now.
I pull back.
She looks up at me, her eyes filled with desire.
I take a step backwards and reach for the door. "Goodnight."
Her voice gets low, seductive. "Goodnight, Kit."
It takes every bit of self-control I have to convince myself to head home.
