Page 66 of Revolve
Sierra seems to enjoy that answer. Fuck, I like that. “So, this is a onetime, casual kiss?”
“Casual,” I repeat, even though that word burns my esophagus.
She leans in, close enough that I smell the fruity drink on her breath. “And platonic?”
“So platonic,” I whisper.
I’m not sure who kisses who first, because we’re both at it immediately. It’s not just one kiss, not even fucking close.
She steals my breath straight from my lungs, and for a second Iwish I could drop dead. That way this is the last thing I’d feel. Her moans fall on my tongue like snowflakes, and I bask in the press of her hips on me, barely holding back from taking control and dry humping her in the front seat of my car.
The kiss silences every ache in my body. If I thought I was losing my mind before, it’s eviscerated now. I could walk on water.
Sierra’s still smiling, and I know it’s because she can feel me turning harder than a damn pipe. She’s enjoying it, and even though it’s torture when she moves her hips again, I let her do it. But she must want to reward me, because she slides my hands up her body to her full, perky tits. I palm her chest over the fabric of her dress, desperate to yank it off. I press my thumb to her nipples, making her head fall back on a moan.
We’re walking a thin line around whatone kissis, especially when she reaches for the buttons on her dress and undoes them one by one. It’s slow motion until she stops just below her chest, and I want this view to melt into my memory. I almost whimper. Fuck, I think I do.
Her red lace bra holds up her tits prettily. I groan. “Ajay could never deserve this.”
She laughs and it’s pure bliss. “And you do?”
“I think you know I do, Sierra.” I kiss one. “I’ve been so good.” Then the other. “Such a good boy.”
I press the pad of my thumb against her distended nipple and her head falls back on a breathy moan. My lips cover her flushed skin until I pull down her bra and draw her nipple deep into my mouth. Her skin tastes like cherries too.
I lick and suck and bury my face between them. She rocks against me.
My hand travels to the buttons to see all of her, but Sierra stops me. I drop my hand and instead grind her down on me to feel the perfect weight of her in my lap.
“Does this make us friends?” she asks in a playful whisper.
I could be best friends with her tits. “You wanna be friends?”
She smiles, and I feel it against my lips. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever had a conversation while kissing a girl like this. But with Sierra, I could do this forever. I would drag this one kiss into eternity if she let me.
She hums, and I taste it in my mouth before she says, “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”
“Deal. Can’t have it mess up our image.”
“Definitely not,” she says. “This stays between us.”
She rubs her ass against something else that’s between us. She’s magnetic, and my dick is clearly trying to appease the charge.
Then there’s a knock on my tinted window. “Are you guys in there?”
“Kian,” Sierra whispers between kisses.
I bite her lip. “Don’t say another guy’s name when my tongue is in your mouth.”
She laughs, and I pull her right back. Kian mutters something, and then we hear footsteps retreating. That’s when Sierra’s dress slides up, and I can see the flash of red lace between her legs. My heart stops.
“Touch me,” she rasps. “Please.”
TWENTY-FOUR
SIERRA
ORGASMS MAKE MEstupid. Because anyone with half a brain would know that this is not one kiss. The moment his lips touched mine, my skin became an inferno. I think I could heat a small village. It’s like my body was trying to burn my dress just so it could feel Dylan’s hands all over my bare skin. I don’t know why those words came out of my mouth. All I know is that if he stopped touching me, I would turn to ash.
