Page 84 of Last First Kiss
My hand moves slowly up to the nape of her neck, pulling her closer, craving her warmth, every inch of her drawing me in. She trembles beneath my touch, and the ache of missing her shifts into hunger. When her fingers work their way into my hair, I shiver, utterly undone. My arms wrap around her waist, and in that moment, everything in me—my mind, body, heart, soul—snaps into place. As if I’ve been out of sync my whole life, and only just now finally aligned.
Alejandra presses her body flush against mine, and the rhythm of her heartbeat syncs to mine.
Her hands slide beneath the hem of my shirt, fingertips grazing my lower back. Goosebumps skitter across my skin, and I gasp softly into her mouth. She uses that moment to deepen the kiss. Her tongue brushes against mine slowly, while her fingers roam my body as she presses closer, like she needs to feel me everywhere at once, claiming every part of me she touches.
When she pulls back, it’s only far enough to breathe. Our foreheads rest together, our lips still brushing, our breaths warm and uneven. Her eyes find mine, dark and dilated, filled with so much desire it’s dizzying.
“Tell me you want me,” she whispers, her voice rough, almost trembling.
“I want you,” I breathe, voice breaking with how much I mean it. “I want you so fucking bad.”
I pick Alejandra up and walk her backward, her legs wrapping around my waist. I pin her body between me and the door, itching to be closer, even though there’s already no space, but after the distance I’ve felt between us the past few days, no amount of closeness will be enough.
Alejandra gasps as her back hits the door, the sound sharp and breathless.
I lean in to kiss her again, harder this time, while her hands are everywhere—waist, ribs, neck—as if she can’t decide what part of me she wants more.
I gasp softly into her mouth, caught off guard by the urgency. My hands find her back, her hips, holding on to any part of her I can to keep myself grounded as everything else starts to slip.
“Take off your dress,” I whisper against her neck as I bury my hand in her hair, tugging just hard enough to expose her neck. Alejandra leans in further, giving me complete access. I kiss and bite my way from behind her ear down to her collarbone.
“Why don’t you take it off me?” she says in a sultry voice that’s pushing me dangerously close to losing control.
Alejandra turns toward the wall and brushes her hair over her shoulder. The back of her dress dips down slightly, revealing the curve of her spine and the smoothness of her skin.
I pause, fingers lingering above the zipper, and I release a nervous laugh. A younger version of myself—a twentysomething Clara—flashes through my mind. If she knew I was about to do what she’d only dreamed of back then, she’d lose her mind.
My heart tries to burst out of my chest as my fingers find the zipper, and I slowly pull it down. I trace along the straps, gently easing the fabric off her shoulders until it slips down her body and pools at her feet.
Alejandra steps out of her dress and faces me. I wet my lips as a dizzying want takes over. One that makes everything from the tip of my head down to my toes tingle. She’s so fucking perfect.
My breath comes in shallower than before as my eyes trace every curve of her body, making sure I memorize everyinch, every mole. Alejandra smirks, a teasing fire in her eyes, before brushing her lips over mine, soft and coaxing.
She parts my lips, her tongue sliding in to meet mine. A slow burn ignites in my chest, and my lips tingle from the way she moves. The kiss is soft and deep, like she’s savoring it and wants me to feel every second of it. And I do, along with something molten that pools low in my belly.
Alejandra takes off my sweater, letting it fall to the floor as her fingers untuck my shirt from the waistline of my jeans. The second her fingertips make contact with my skin, I let out a throaty moan I don’t think I’ve ever heard from myself.
I pull Alejandra close, our bodies pressed tight, and guide us toward the bed. She lets out a startled yelp as the backs of her knees bump the mattress, and she tumbles onto it, landing on her back with a soft thud and a giggle.
I stare at her, her hair splayed out and a soft smile on her lips, and can’t help but feel like the luckiest person alive. Seeing Alejandra like this is everything.
Our lips meet, and the kiss is immediately charged. She lets out a moan, soft and low, as my knee presses against her. Even through the fabric between us, I feel the heat of her— how ready she is, how much she wants this, wantsme.
Her hips lift, chasing friction as she arches beneath me. I kiss her deeper, harder, one hand buried in her hair, pulling lightly, the other bracing myself above her. She moans again, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard something sexier.
I pull back enough to look at her. Her eyes are half-lidded, cheeks flushed, lips swollen.
“You’re unreal,” I whisper, breathless.
She smiles, a slow, wicked thing, and pulls me closer again. Before I can react, Alejandra has turned us and isstraddling my hips, looking down at me, pleased with herself.
I laugh, wildly turned on but even more impressed. She hasn’t set foot in a gym, well, ever, so the fact that she pulled that off is, honestly, incredibly hot.
“You liked that, huh?” she asks smugly.
“Absolutely,” I say with a silly grin plastered on my face, so wide it’s borderline embarrassing.
She starts unbuttoning my shirt, working her way from the top to the bottom, before she delicately parts it. Her finger traces the tattoo on my chest, down to my waist. She stops and stares at me, licking her lips, before tracking her index finger along the muscle at my hips, stopping only when it hits my jeans.
