Page 73 of Last First Kiss
Every time I see her like this, I feel it all over again. That slow, steady pull toward her. That flutter in my chest that never goes away when I’m around her grows even wilder. I’ve seen her do this a hundred times, but it never gets old.
She laughs at something the model says—a tall, striking woman with deep brown skin and features so perfect it’s almost unfair. But Alejandra, caught mid-laugh, looks almost ethereal, and it’s impossible not to have eyes only for her.
An hour passes in a blur, and before I know it,Alejandra is collapsing on the couch next to me, completely spent.
“I’m so sorry I made you wait so long,” she says, planting a quick kiss on my lips.
“Don’t be, I like watching you work.”
She lays her head on my shoulder. “Thanks again for my chai. I wouldn’t have made it through without it.”
“Of course.” I wrap my arms around her.
Alejandra looks up at me, her face suddenly so close it steals the air from my lungs. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to having someone so breathtaking this near. I could kiss her a thousand times over and still feel my breath falter every time her eyes find mine.
Her lips part slightly, the mole near her top lip taunting me the same way it has for years. When my eyes find hers again, she doesn’t look away, and neither do I. Our gazes lock, and I find myself lost in the warm, hazel pools of her eyes, like sinking into sunlight.
Alejandra leans in painfully slowly, and every muscle in my body tightens; my heart beats wildly with impatience and anticipation. I gently thread my fingers through her hair and pull her in until our lips meet. This kiss isn’t rushed or hungry like most of our kisses are; it’s gentle. Her lips are warm and soft, and she leans into me like she’s been waiting for a second alone to do this, too.
There’s something tender in the way our mouths move together, slow and electric. Deepening with every breath. My heart swells as I imbed this kiss into memory, willing time to slow down because I’ve never been kissed like this before, so full of love, so achingly tender.
I pull away first to catch my breath, but the second I do, I already miss the taste of her lips, the warmth of thempressed against mine. And I’m mad at myself for breaking the moment.
“We should probably head out before we get too distracted here,” I say as I exhale.
“But that sounds way more fun,” Alejandra replies as she rubs her nose against mine, planting a quick, soft kiss on my neck.
I groan as I lean into her. Alejandra’s lips meet mine with heat. I slide my tongue against hers, and she moans.
My hands find her waist, and I pull her until she’s straddling my thighs and her hands are tangled in my hair as my own explore her body as she presses tightly against me.
Her mouth moves over mine with such urgency it leaves my skin buzzing and every nerve alight, wrecked, floating, reeling, and wanting more.
My hands cling to her hips, needing something to anchor me as the world tilts.
When we finally break apart, our foreheads rest together, breaths mingling as Alejandra’s darkened eyes lock on to mine, heart thundering, lips swollen.
I will never be able to get enough of her. Even these seconds apart feel like an eternity, and I’m anxiously waiting for our bodies to meld into each other.
Someone’s phone rings, and when we realize it’s Diana calling, we sigh, the moment shattering.
“Hello?” Alejandra says, her voice still a little breathless.
“Where are you guys?” Diana’s voice crackles through the speakerphone.
Alejandra starts to swing her leg off me, but I stop her and shake my head, not ready to lose the weight of her body on mine. She smiles and settles back on my thighs.
“I just finished a photoshoot. We’releaving in a few minutes,” she says, leaning in to press her free hand to my cheek.
“Perfect, I’ll see you guys soon.”
Alejandra and I make our way to Diana’s in quiet comfort.
She scrolls through her phone and sets her playlist, humming and singing along softly. I drive with one hand on the wheel, the other wrapped around Alejandra’s, our fingers laced, resting on my lap.
When we make it to Diana’s, they’ve set up a massive table with all sorts of cakes and sweets.
“What’s all this?” I ask as we sit at the dining room table.
