Page 106 of The Confidant
“I think his biceps did the heavy lifting with that.”
“Well, that’s just because he wears those tight shirts all the time.” I traced my fingers over Hunter’s biceps, noticing how tightly the woven fabric of his white shirt strained against it. “But your arms are far superior in my book.”
“Which is why yours is the only book I care about,” he said before kissing me again.
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HUNTER
Scarlett and I kissed fast.We kissed slow. And when she tugged on my bottom lip before slipping her tongue in my mouth, my heart skittered because it just felt way too good.
If this is a dream, I don’t ever want to wake up,I thought as our tongues danced together, the movement sending waves of warmth coursing over me.Because this feels incredible.
So incredibly good.
But even though my mind was completely blissed out right now and floating away to cloud nine where there was only pleasure and happy feelings, I knew that if I had to keep myself upright for much longer, I might just collapse. My legs were becoming so weak from Scarlett’s kisses and from leaning against the cupboard for so long.
We needed a couch.
Or a bed.
Okay, so it would be weird to have a bed in the journalism room, but it would be so much easier to just relax into the kiss if we were both on a soft bed right now.
I should have suggested she meet me in my room instead of in here.
Or her room.
I wasn’t picky.
We hadn’t ever actually made out while lying on a bed before, so I couldn’t be one hundred percent sure what it would feel like. But I did have a pretty good imagination. I bet that laying Scarlett down on a soft mattress and covering her body fully with mine would feel amazing.
Transcendent.
I let my mind wander down that path for a moment, thinking about some other things I’d like to try with Scarlett someday before pulling my mind out of that thought pattern and bringing it back to the present.
Just because I’ve been rethinking where I might draw the line in a physical relationship doesn’t mean Scarlett is okay doing the same.
And since she was someone I wanted to be with for a long time—my feelings for her were definitely not the fleeting kind—I needed to be respectful and keep things within the boundaries that she had.
I wouldn’t even try to push things further.
Even if it would feel nice…
Stop thinking about that.
Scarlett tugged on my tie, and after undoing the top two buttons, she opened the collar of my shirt and kissed me there, too.
And with her hot kisses on my neck, my knees buckled.
“What are you doing to me?” I growled, having to use my hands to brace myself against the counter.
“Just what I’ve wanted to do to you all year,” she said. “Showing you how I feel and being selfish at the same time.”
“If this is you being selfish, then please be selfish all the time,” I mumbled back.
She kissed her way down my neck, sucking briefly on the tender skin there before taking the sides of my face in her hands and guiding my lips to her own neck, saying, “Kiss me here, Hunter.”
And when she arched into me as I explored her neck and collarbones, all my hazy mind could think about was how there couldn’t be a better way to spend an afternoon than showing my dream girl how I felt about her.
