Page 79 of Once Upon A Small Town Secret
She tips her chin up. Our mouths are a breath apart.
Her fingers catch the hem of my T-shirt like she needs to hold onto me.
It takes exactly no effort for my hands to cup her face. My lips brush hers, once, twice.
She sighs against me.
I kiss her, soft, slow, until she shivers and her mouth opens under mine.
The way we fit together has never been the problem.
We meet in the middle, and my hand slides down the side of her neck.
My thumb traces her jaw.
I should stop, but I don't.
Because it's Paige, and we're good together, and even though the future's a question mark, kissing her feels like the only certain thing in my life.
Her arms wind around my neck. Her body melts against mine. She smells like the shower she took after work and tastes like sweet vanilla.
Her teeth nip at my bottom lip, and a groan leaves me, the sound raw with desire.
But she must like it, because her body arches up and into mine, and my control slips.
My hand drops to her waist, finds the bare skin above her jeans, and her skin is soft, warm. She shivers as my palm strokes up her ribs. My fingers trace her spine, and I pull her against me.
Her nails graze the nape of my neck. She lets out a breath, and I can't remember a sound that has ever turned me on so fast.
I kiss her deeper, and the way she moves her body against mine, I know she wants this, too.
Like maybe we could figure it out.
My fingers slide beneath the hem of her sweater.
Her skin is warm and smooth and perfect.
I stroke my thumb along her ribcage. Her breathing changes, and my whole body tightens.
I'm hard and desperate, and all I want is to pick her up, carry her back to the bedroom, and show her all the things I've imagined doing to her since the last time.
I drop my lips to her neck, press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her collarbone.
She inhales sharply and pulls back.
I open my eyes.
Her gaze is hooded and dark, and her mouth is pink and swollen.
God, she's beautiful.
I press my lips to hers again, and she welcomes me. My heart rate picks up. I need her like I haven't needed anyone.
The way she kisses me is hungry. Like she's starved for this. Like we've both been starving.
It's everything.
"Ben," she breathes.
