Blinking, my eyes lift to his. “Hmm?”
“Are you okay?”
Nodding, still slightly stuck in my trance, I swallow. “Can I kiss you?” I ask.
“Is this for practice?”
Sure…practice. Not because I want to feel your lips on mine. “Yeah.” I nod.
“Okay.”
Licking my lips one last time, I shift and lean forward. Grabbing the back of his head, I pull him toward me and connect our lips.
His hands find their way onto my cheeks, kissing me back hard, and rough. It feels like I’m floating on a cloud, like I’m high. But I wouldn’t even know how that felt because I’ve never taken a drug in my life.
He tastes of coffee, and popcorn—two of my favorite things, and I just can’t get enough. My tongue darts out, licking at his lower lip, begging for access. At first, he’s hesitant, but then he allows my tongue to slip through, and a low grumble escapes the back of his throat.
My hands grip his neck, pulling him closer. I need him closer.Wanthim closer.
How can a guy who’s only ever kissed one person before—said person being me—be this good?
When we finally pull apart, breathless, and gasping for air, he rests his forehead against mine, our breaths mixing together. My chest heavens up and down, and when I open my eyes, I see he’s already looking at me.
A swarm of butterflies erupt in my stomach.
My eyes glance from his eyes tohis lips, and back. Leaning in, I’m so close to connecting our lips again, but the sound of the front door opening has us pulling apart quicker than ever.
Chapter 22
Lilly
It’s so warm, almost like I’m cocooned with dozens of blankets, sitting in front of the fireplace, hot chocolate in hand and abowl of popcorn before me during the coldest winters in my hometown.
And I love it so much I don’t want to open my eyes.
But when something jerks in my hand, and a gargled moan comes from beside me, my eyes snap open.
Peering to the right, Greyson lays beside me with his eyes closed. Blinking a few times to get my eyes to focus, I look at his face. It’s not calm and relaxed like it should be when one sleeps…but instead shows clear signs of pleasure.
Something jerks in my hand again, and when I squeeze to figure out what it is, my eyes widen more.
My fucking hand is clenched around his cock—that feels very girthy, and veiny—and he’s jerking into it.
Holy fuck.
He thrusts again…does he even realize he’s doing it?
And why the fuck haven’t I moved my hand?
Move your hand, Lilly!
“Lilly.” He warns, his voice coming out hoarse.
I blink, freezing more—if that’s even possible. Okay, he’s definitely awake…but what’s the warning for? And why can’t I move my hand?
“Huh?” Is the only response my brain can fumble up.
“You’re squeezing the life out of my dick.” Opening his eyes, they bore into mine.
