Page 40 of Your Rhythm
One arm releases me so he can hook a finger under my chin. “You sound pretty sure of yourself.”
“I am.”
“That was your first mistake.”
This time I really do scream as he lifts his hand like he’s about to push me towards the ledge. I let out a string of swear words, but he cuts off all my curses with the pressure of his lips on mine.
I hesitate for an instant, and then I’m kissing him back, one hand cupping the scruff of his cheek as I clutch at the collar of his jacket with the other. I rock myself onto the balls of my feet to pull us closer, loving the way his skin warms from a shock of cold to a feverish heat under my touch.
I press my body even harder into his and he backs us away from the ledge, until he has me up against the wall beside the staircase. His tongue sweeps across my lips and I moan in spite of myself.
We kiss until I swear I see the city lights glittering behind my eyelids, until the notes of the song he played me are echoing inside my head again. Kissing Matt Pearson feels like making music. As we break apart and stare at each other’s shadowed faces, I know I’m not going to be able to get the song we just started out of my head for a long, long time.
