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“Yes!” Raw, unadulterated heat blasted through me. “I would definitely want you to.”
“Good.” He finally settled his heated gaze on me. “Glad that’s settled then.”
“Yep.” I nodded eagerly. “What a relief.”
“Oh absolutely,” he agreed, walking toward me. “So, uh, when would you like that to happen exactly?”
“Um…” Sagging weakly against the doorframe, I looked up at his face and exhaled shakily. “I was thinking maybe now?”
“I was thinking now, too,” he agreed in a gruff tone, closing the space between us. “But we might miss the clown.”
“I think I can survive without seeing the clown,” I breathed, heart racing violently. “If you can?”
“Oh, I can definitely survive without seeing the clown,” Gerard agreed, hands grazing my hips as he looked down at me, gray eyes full of heat. “Don’t think I can survive without you, though.”
He didn’t have to say another word. I literally threw myself at him like a deranged lunatic. Catching me in midair, Gerard hoisted me up effortlessly as our lips collided with just as much urgency as earlier.
Holy crap, his lips were so soft and warm and perfect. He tasted like home and smelled like it, too. Trying to remain calm in this moment wasn’t easy for me, but I tried my best. Gripping his big shoulders, I fell into our kiss as he walked us backwards, not stopping until we tangled up in a heap on my bed.
“Oh my god,” I croaked out, collapsing on the couch beneath him in a flurry of entwined limbs and tangled hearts. “You’re ridiculously good at that.”
“What?” he asked, tone breathless, as he craned his head back to look at me.
“Kissing, Gerard,” I breathed, chest heaving beneath him. “You’re good at kissing.”
“Well.” With a boyish twinkle in his eye, he tilted his head to one side and grinned down at me. “I’ve been practicing for you.”
“Don’t push it,” I warned, slapping at his chest.
“Duly noted,” he replied with a solemn nod.
“In fact, don’t say anything at all right now,” I added, tilting my chin up to meet his.
“Shutting up, Claire-Bear,” he promised moments before his lips returned to mine.
“Mmm, I know I said it already, but I think it bears repeating that you really are an amazing kisser,” I said several minutes later when I broke free of his lips to gather some much-needed air. “Like seriously…” My eyelids fluttered when his tongue lapped at the piece of skin above my collarbone. “Amazing.”
“You know I love you.” He pressed me deep into the mattress with his big body, lips moving against mine when he bit out the words, “There’s only ever been you for me.”
His words thrilled me but not nearly as much as his actions, because I’d had his words my entire life, while his current actions were brand-new.
“You’re so wet.”
“I know,” I squeezed out, breath hitching. “Keep going.”
“No, I mean you’re really wet,” he replied, pulling back to gesture to my drenched clothes. “You’re going to get sick, Claire-Bear.” Hesitation flickered in his eyes then, and I wanted to scream no when he started to retreat. “What the hell am I doing? I better—”
“Don’t you dare,” I warned, wrestling him onto his back and grinning in victory when I came out on top. “You’re not leaving.”
“I was going to say I better get off so you can take a shower.” He chuckled beneath me, palms up as I pinned his wrists to the bed. “Jesus, choke slam me, why don’t you?”
Now, I had little to zero experience with kissing boys in bedrooms, so I could only put my bravado down to years’ worth of binge-watching rom-coms. Well, that and the fact that I felt ridiculously comfortable around this boy.
Super proud of myself for the moves I had somehow managed to manifest in this moment, I straddled Gerard’s lap without a hint of shame or reservation.
God, who even was I?
“I don’t want to take a shower,” I replied, tightening my grip on his wrists. “I want to keep kissing you.” Leaning in close, I pressed a hard kiss to his swollen lips. “And the only way these clothes are coming off my body is if you peel them off with your hands.”
