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With my heart hammering in my chest, I swung around and stared up at Johnny as he caged me in with his big body.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, unable to tear my eyes off his. “I just…I…” Shaking my head, I exhaled a ragged breath and whispered, “I shouldn’t have done that.”
He shook his head and used his crutch to step closer, pressing his body flush against mine.
“Me, too,” he replied gruffly, gaze flickering from my eyes to my mouth.
“Why are you sorry?” I breathed, trembling from head to toe.
He cupped my cheek with his free hand and tilted my chin up.
“Because I shouldn’t do this,” he whispered.
And then he kissed me.
The moment his lips crushed against mine, a fierce blast of heat coursed through my body, igniting a delicious burning ache in my belly. Unable to think straight, let alone breathe, I did the only thing I could do given the circumstance: I reached up and grabbed his forearms and kissed him back.
This was my first real kiss, minus the disaster in his bedroom, and I had no idea what I was doing.
I only knew that I never wanted him to stop.
When I felt one of his hands trail down my arm and settle on my hip, I lost it. I completely and utterly took leave of my senses.
Shivering uncontrollably, I let my back sag against the doorframe as my hips thrust closer to him.
I was drowning in my feelings as they crashed through me like a wrecking ball.
The more he kissed me, the more my body trembled uncontrollably.
The more I sought.
I moaned into his mouth when I felt the tip of his tongue trace against my bottom lip.
Realizing he was waiting for me to open my mouth for him, I parted my lips and held my breath when I felt his tongue slip inside my mouth. Gently, he touched his tongue against mine in slow, patient strokes.
Oh God. Oh, sweet baby Jesus.
I was kissing Johnny Kavanagh.
Johnny Kavanagh was kissing me back. He had his tongue in my mouth, his hand in my hair, and my heart in his pocket.
This was…
This was…
Everything I had never expected and more.
Uncertain, I tentatively snaked my tongue out and stroked his.
Johnny rewarded me with a low, approving growl that came from somewhere deep within his chest.
Trembling, I wrapped my arms around his waist and tugged him closer to me, unsure of what I was doing, but knowing that my body needed more.
My confidence grew with every brush of our lips, with every massaging duel of our tongues, until I was purring in his arms, rocking my body against him impatiently, as we moved clumsily to the closest bench.
How was this happening? Why was this happening?
I didn’t know. I didn’t know and I didn’t care.
