Page 47 of Afterglow
Our foreheads touch, and I still can’t look at her. “If we kiss, I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop,” I whisper.
“That’s okay by me,” she whispers back. “Does that mean you want to kiss me? ‘Cause I want you to kiss me.”
“Yeah, it does. I mean, I do.”
“Can I?” Behraz pulls my hands around her hips and rests her elbows atop my shoulders before tapping the middle of my forehead once. “Kiss you here?”
I nod, dipping downward. My eyes draw closed.
“Say yes.”
“Yes.”
Her lips move, feather-light against my skin, then purses to plant a kiss. A shaky sigh drops from my mouth. “How about here?” Two fingers coast over the top plane of my cheek.
“Yes.”
Bea repeats the movement, and I shudder, bunching the hem of her shirt in my fists. It feels too good. She feels too good. “Here?” She draws a line to a spot at the corner of my jaw below my ear. My groin tightens. So does my grip on her waist.
“Mmhmm.”
I tremble through the kiss.
“Oh, my God, Fletcher,” she says through a breathy giggle. “You’re doing wonders for my ego.” The column of my throat clenches through a swallow. “Hey, look at me.”
I do, and I’m so glad. Her eyes go molten, nose sidling to mine, breath skating across the parted seam of my mouth. One of her hands bolsters my neck from going lax, while the opposite thumb sweeps over my lips. “Can I kiss you here?” The question is softer than a whisper. “It’s easy, I promise.”
“Please. Yes.”
It begins pillowy, tender, a soft latch to my mouth that has my hands lifting to her face and hair. Then we’re tugging closer and closer until we can’t possibly be any closer. Surely we can’t be any closer. We’re breathing each other in and out.
I was right. I won’t be able to stop.
A moan vibrates from my chest when her tongue sweeps over mine. Behraz echoes it with a delicious hum. “Fuck,” I mutter. She tastes like warm paradise.
“Slip your tongue in my mouth,” she directs.
I do. Each swipe is greedier, needier than the last, dragging the most maddening noises of pleasure from her. An aggravating ringtone from the phone in her pocket cuts us apart. “Sorry.” She fishes the phone out. “Oh, shit. It’s my parents.”
“You…should take it.”
Because my cock cannot take anymore. I sway back to my room after she closes her bedroom door, in a tizzy over this phenomenal kiss. My body goes limp against the mattress, but my dick is so hard it hurts. I silently scream into the pillow.
Behraz Irani kissed me. I kissed her. I may never sleep again.
Chapter 18
We Can Save the Blowjob for Another Time
Behraz
I’m never kissinganyone but Fletcher Donovan ever again.
It wouldn’t live up to it. Not even close.
I’m his first kiss. And he doesn’t know it yet, but I’m sure as fuck gonna be his last. No way is anyone else ever gonna have sweet, perfect Fletcher Donovan after me. I shouldn’t have picked up the phone. A ten-minute conversation turned into three hours, and then it was too late to recover what we started.
My thumbs hover over the keyboard in a message with Fletcher.
