Page 69 of Fostering Chemistry
My thumb brushed across his jaw again… and up to his lips. That’s where I paused, just barely touching the corner of his mouth.
The next move was his. If he even wanted to. If he even knew what the next move was. He seemed so damn isolated that I wondered if?—
He pressed his lips against the tip of my thumb and kissed it.
And then instinct took over. Mine? His? Both of ours?
All I knew is that our heads came together at the same time. And that I was still cupping the side of his face when our lips met. For a moment, I stilled, enjoying the feeling of warmth. And of promise.
Then I shifted in his lap, turning toward him, and his hand sank into my hair, pulling me close.
His mouth was unhurried. And very, very thorough. I melted against him, wrapping an arm around him, holding on as if I’d never let go.
God, his lips. They moved over mine with deliberation—and purpose. The skill his hands had when playing an instrument—his mouth had that, too.
I moaned softly, pressing against him as the kiss deepened. His hand slid down my back, almost as it had when he wasstrumming me before. It came to a rest low on my back, just below my waist.
The way he held me… the way he kissed me… this was no longer about needing a distraction. It wasn’t about teasing him. It was more. It was a closeness I never thought I’d share with him. One I wasn’t sure he’d shared with anyone.
Pulling my head back, I saw his eyes open. In the dark theater, I couldn’t discern the pale blue color, but he still managed to gaze at me as if he was looking right through me. I tilted my head, leaning my forehead against his, and somehow, we were breathing in tandem as he held me. As I clutched at him.
This wasn’t like at the party with Diego. That had been desperate and out of control.
This was the opposite. Deliberate. Purposeful.
Our lips met again, and I tried and failed to stifle a moan. But it was absorbed by his kiss, his mouth on mine again.
His hand glided up and down my back, holding me against him, and my pulse quickened as heat and anticipation filled me.
Anticipation of what, I wasn’t quite sure. I just knew I wanted more.
Cody kept rubbing my back, his palm slipping lower each time. Until, with my eyes closed and my mouth open to his, his hands slid all the way down. My groan was harder to hold back when he cupped my ass and squeezed.
God, it felt good. I shifted toward him, pressing myself even closer… and realized that he was erect beneath his jeans. The warm bulge pushing against my hip made me moan even more.
Time stood still and everything else faded as we kissed. Then we pulled back, gazing at each other in the dark. Then kissed again.
Shivers cascaded across my body every time his talented fingers caressed a sensitive spot.
And then, after a long interval, he pulled back. He stared at me for one long moment, and then his hands were on my waist, depositing me back in my own seat.
Confused, I stared at him, while he watched the show, as if nothing had happened. Why had he stopped?
A second later, my question was answered. A change in the lighting finally pulled my attention back to the screen, where the credits had just appeared.
Oh.
That was why.
The lights went on, and I blinked, practically hissing like a cat. It was a very rude ending to the intimate moments we’d shared.
I gathered my things, closing the notebook I hadn’t written a single word in. Perching on the edge of my seat, I shrugged on my jacket and slung my bag over one shoulder. Cody still hadn’t moved, his eyes on the screen, as if the credits were the most important part.
They were certainly the only part he’d paid much attention to.
I waited, unsure if he was truly interested in learning who the costume designer or set director was. Or if maybe he needed a little time to recover. His face was as beautiful as always aside from a slight swelling of his lips. But that wasn’t the body part that might’ve needed a little time to… settle down.
Finally, the screen went completely dark, and he stood. Most of the other students had gone, and I followed Cody out of the theater and into the night air.
