Page 84 of Fostering Chemistry
Then my hand was on her breast, something I’d never have dared this early in a potential relationship, but I hadn’t done it. She had.
“I’m showing you that I’m turned on by you, too.”
Her voice was a soft caress against my ear and I realized I could feel her hard nipple through the soft fabric of her dress.
I groaned, unable to keep from squeezing her firm flesh. Her breast fit perfectly in my palm, and it felt fucking amazing. She inhaled sharply, her eyes meeting mine. Then suddenly we were kissing.
The kiss was slow, warm, unhurried despite the crazy circumstances. It excited me, but it also centered me. I no longer heard Dan. I wasn’t thinking about college or my family. She felt so damn good pressed against me, and I slid a hand around her back, pulling her even closer.
She moaned, and I pushed my leg between hers, leaving her no doubt that she was the one turning me on—and that I was hard as a rock.
The kiss deepened, and I wanted to freeze time. Even if it meant staying in this claustrophobic little corner, I’d gladly submit to that if it meant I could keep my mouth on hers.
Mia groaned as I ran my hands all over her, or as much as I could in this cramped space.
Hours passed. Maybe years.
Or maybe no time at all.
When we finally broke apart, both breathing hard, I realized it was quiet. Dan and his date were gone.
“I guess it’s safe to go out there,” Mia said, but she was still whispering.
“Do we have to?” I asked, and she laughed, burying her face against the crook of my neck. “Maybe we could just stay here until someone finds our skeletons at their sixtieth anniversary party."
When we finally broke apart, both breathing hard, I realized it was quiet. Dan and his date were gone.
“I guess it’s safe to go out there,” Mia said, still whispering.
But I didn’t let go. “Do we have to?”
She smiled up at me and slowly shook her head.
23
MIA
“Mia? Mia, wait.”The voice came from behind me as I slowly crossed the quad.
It was after chemistry class on Monday. Usually, I was the one trying to get Cody to wait for me. Today, it was the other way around.
I didn’t like how we’d left things after the movie night. His casual dismissal of what we’d shared still hurt. At some point, I’d be ready to forgive and forget, but today wasn’t that day. I had a headache that had started halfway through Dr. Beringer’s lecture and was only growing worse.
But I stopped, stepping off the sidewalk onto the grass to wait for him without getting swept away by the tide of students hurrying to their next class.
“Hi,” I said, not caring if he noticed the total lack of enthusiasm on my part. Suddenly, all I wanted to do was get inside somewhere and sit down. I set off again, and he matched my slow pace.
“Want to come play piano?” he asked.
“I’ve got a shift at the coffeehouse.” That wasn’t for half an hour, but I didn’t tell him that.
We walked along in silence. Cody was a good guy to be around when you weren’t in the mood for talking. I couldn’t quite tell if that was because I craved peace of mind, or because I was still a bit pissed.
“How was your trip with Aaron?” he asked tentatively.
Crap. Why did Cody have to pick today, of all days, to discover how to make small talk? “Good.” I contemplated leaving it there, but that seemed rude. “I’d never been to Chattanooga before.”
“Me neither. Can I walk you to the coffee shop?”
