Page 73 of Just a Little White Lie

Resting my hand on his neck, I press my mouth to his, sinking into a kiss that my body has been yearning for… maybe since I was twelve, I’m not sure. All I can hear is the victorious cry echoing within me.

Yes! You’re kissing Jack!You’re—

He jerks away from me, his eyes rounding as if he didn’t know this was inevitable.

Crap, really?

After all that stuff he just said, I thought…

I mean, have I crossed a line I shouldn’t have?

I kinda hoped that…

Breaths punch out of him, his eyes drinking me in as I stare down at his beautiful face, waiting for the next move.

And then he makes it.

The world turns a little slower on its axis as he cups my cheek, his thumb skimming down to my jaw before his fingers weave into my hair. And then comes that light pressure, that beckoning. He’s pulling me forward, his large hand cradling the back of my head and calling me to him.

My eager lips race ahead, capturing his in a swift movement that’s worthy of a romance novel. His paintbrush fingers continue to skim my back, sending electric sparks throughout my body, then exploding into an array of fireworks as he splays his hand between my shoulder blades and skims his tongue along my bottom lip.

Let me in.

And I oblige, my willing lips parting with a sweet moan as I experience the wonder of Jack’s embrace, his heat, his flavor. Stars scatter my vision, and his hands begin to paint again, leaving their mark across the back of my neck, trailing down my spine and curving across my hip before gliding up my side.

I dig my fingers into his curls, tipping my head and changing the angle of our kiss. I want to taste him at every degree. I tip my head when he pulls out of the kiss and starts delicately pecking a pathway from my chin to my earlobe.

I think I’ve just reached heaven.

The tip of his tongue skims the sensitive spot just beneath my ear.

Nope, there it is.

My sigh is wistful, whimsical, euphoric.

I close my eyes and float on this cloud of delicious wonder, and I’m pretty sure I could handle doing this for the rest of eternity.

JACK

My brain is screaming at me to back out of this.

But like hell.

She feels way too good, and my hands are moving of their own accord. I’m finally getting a chance to memorize those curves I’ve been infatuated with.

The moment her lips touched mine, any willpower I had disintegrated.

Poof!

Like a puff of smoke.

All the fighting, the internal reprimands I’ve been throwing at myself disappeared.

I tried. I mean, I pulled away with a jerk and everything, but my body took over. I had to kiss her. It was more than a want. It was a necessity.

And now she’s in my arms, moaning a sweet song and sending me orbiting around the sun.

Her body. Oh damn, her body. I gently squeeze her shoulder before running my hand down her back again. I love the feel of her on top of me, her pert little breasts squished against my chest. My fingers curve around her butt, just a quick introduction before I head back up to a safer position.

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