Page 58 of Last First Kiss
Fuck, she’s nervous. Maybe I shouldn’t have brought this up so soon. I start fidgeting with the ring on my index finger, trying to figure out a way to change the course of the conversation, but I quickly realize there’s nothing I can do now but keep going.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “I just ... I don’t want to mess this up or scare you, but I feel like I already did.”
“You didn’t.” She brings my hand to her lips and plants a soft kiss on my knuckles. “How about ... no rules, no timeline. We follow whatever feels right.” She laces her fingers through mine. “If something ever feels off or uncomfortable, we talk it through, like we always have.”
I let out a small breath and smile, giving her a nod.
Clara tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, her fingers brushing gently against my skin. Then she leans in, her lipsbarely grazing mine, a whisper of a kiss, but it strikes like a spark.
My eyes flutter shut for half a second, savoring it. When I open them, she’s watching me with a smile.
“Turn back,” she murmurs. “I found another knot I want to get.”
I should let her keep going, let her hands work their way down my back. But that’s not what I want. Not now.
Instead, I lean in, my eyes meeting hers before they drop to her lips.
My hand finds her jaw, thumb brushing her cheek, and I kiss her deeply. Her lips part under mine, surprised. Panic flares up inside me. She’s not kissing me back. I start to pull away, heart pounding, but before I can fully break the kiss, Clara’s hands find the back of my neck, and she pulls me in, kissing me hard. It’s so fierce it’s almost painful, but in the best way possible.
My hands find her waist, and I pull her in, until there’s nothing between us but heat and want. I’m digging into the fabric of her shirt so tightly my fingers ache, but I don’t let go. I lean into her, craving her in a way I’ve never known before. I want to consume her and lose myself in her completely.
Clara’s lips move with the same intensity, her hands sliding up my back, anchoring me. When we break apart, it’s only for a breath, and even that feels too long.
She presses her forehead to mine before whispering, “You okay?”
“Yeah. I just ... don’t want this to stop.”
Her thumb brushes my cheek, and she smiles. “Then it won’t.”
Clara kisses me again, slower this time, like she wants me to feel every second of it. And I do. I drink in the taste ofher mouth, the fire in her hands, the way she presses closer like she’s claiming me whole.
My hands slide up beneath the hem of her shirt, fingertips grazing warm skin. She exhales softly against my lips, and I pause, searching her face, needing to be sure. She nods once, barely, but it’s enough.
Clara guides me into her lap, and I go willingly, settling over her. Her hands slide up my back, her nails biting into my skin as I fist a hand in her hair, tugging enough to make her gasp. Clara’s soft moan sends a white-hot blaze racing through my veins. Every inch of me tightens with need.
Her fingers slide from my waist to the edge of my sweats, barely grazing, teasing along the waistband, making me suck in a desperate breath.
“Still okay?” she asks.
Still okay?I’m coming apart. Burning from the inside out. All I want is for her to keep going, to push deeper, take more, but the words don’t come. My throat is tight with need, my thoughts tangled in heat. So I pull Clara’s mouth back on mine, letting my tongue trace the shape of her lips, savoring her, and losing myself in the exhilarating sensation of her. Hoping this communicates how okay this is.
Her lips drift down from mine, planting soft, teasing kisses along my jawline until her mouth finds the sensitive skin at the curve of my neck. My pulse thrums beneath her mouth, and she lingers there.
Her tongue is like velvet and fire, flicking and tracing a slow, delicious path over my skin, teasing, sucking, then biting until I’m barely breathing through the need.
“Clara,” I gasp, my voice breaking around her name.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, and I groan, the sound torn from somewhere deep. Every lustful, needy, aroused feeling I’ve ever had pales in comparison to what I experienceas Clara’s hand drags slowly down my throat, moving lower, until her palm flattens against my chest. The contact, even through my shirt, punches the air from my lungs.
“Want to stop?” she murmurs, not even pretending to hide the smirk in her voice.
I want to say “Don’t you dare,” but my jaw is tight, and I’m too far gone to speak. I shake my head desperately.
“Good,” she murmurs. Her mouth is on my neck a heartbeat later, kissing below my ear, then lower.
Her fingers move to the top of my shirt, but she hesitates, eyes flicking up to meet mine. I nod, chest rising and falling too fast to hide what I want.
Her eyes stay on mine as her hands start to unbutton my shirt, and my heart hammers more wildly than before. I try to stay still, try not to lean in and rush her, but every nerve in me is begging for her to go faster. Each button she undoes stretches the moment out further, and my skin burns with anticipation.
