Page 55 of Scarred Savages
I laugh softly, losing myself in those blue depths.
Oli inches closer, his gaze dropping to my lips. My heart pounds against my ribs, and I can feel the warmth of his breath brushing over my skin.
“I really, really want to kiss you, and I’ve never kissed anyone before, so I’ll probably be terrible at it, but—”
“Oli!”
He stops rambling, eyes wide.
“Just kiss me already.”
His whole face transforms with wonder. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“Oh! Okay. Um…” He shifts closer, then stops. “Wait, which way do I… do I tilt left or right? And what do I do with my hands? And—”
I silence him by cupping his face and pulling him to meet me.
Our lips meet, and it’s… a disaster.
Our noses bump. Hard.
“Ow,” he mumbles against my mouth.
“Sorry—”
“No, I’m sorry—”
We’re both apologizing and laughing and still trying to kiss, and somehow that makes it perfect.
“Wait, let me…” He tilts his head the other way, and suddenly it works.
His lips are soft and tentative, asking permission with every gentle press. I sigh into his mouth, and he makes this little sound—surprise mixed with want—that sends heat spiraling through me.
“Is this okay?” he whispers against my lips.
“More than okay.”
His hand comes up to cup my face, thumb brushing my cheekbone with devastating gentleness. The kiss deepens, and while it’s still clumsy, there’s something raw and honest about it that makes my chest ache.
When his tongue tentatively brushes my bottom lip, I gasp, and he starts to pull back.
“Sorry, was that—”
I fist his shirt and pull him back. “Don’t you dare apologize.”
This time when we kiss, it’s hungrier. His arms wrap around me, pulling me closer until I’m practically in his lap. His hands are shaking slightly where they rest on my waist, like he can’t believe he’s touching me.
My wolf presses against my skin, humming with approval. My body tingles everywhere his lips touch, like sparks racing through my veins.
“Luna,” he breathes between kisses. “You taste like… sunshine?”
I laugh against his mouth. “That doesn’t make sense.”
“Nothing about this makes sense.” He pulls back to look at me, eyes wide with wonder.
“I mean, the others… they’re all…”
