“Their eyes should lock.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. “I like that.”
“Now it’s her turn.”
I lay my palm flat on his chest. “She’d touch him here.”
“Why?”
“She’d tell herself it was to keep control of the distance, but really it’s to see if his heart is beating as fast as hers.”
“Is it?”
“It’s faster.”
“Because he wants her. He craves her.”
“And she wants him.”
“But they’re resisting.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because of all the things that could go wrong,” I tell him.
“But what about all the things that could go right?”
His words do nothing to slow the beat inside my chest; in fact, they increase it. Are we still talking about the book? My eyes find his to see if I can read them and find the meaning of this moment.
The only thing I see in them is desire, and that’s a look I’ve never seen in his eyes before.
It’s one I’ve never seen anyone give me before.
“Then I think,” I start and close my eyes, biting my lower lip, “I think she’d want him to whisper two little words right before he finally kisses her.”
“And what are those two words, Dove?”
“Fuck it,” I whisper.
Keeping my eyes closed, I wait, praying he repeats after me.
“Fuck it,” he says with a growl, and then his lips are on mine, devouring me and stealing my next breath. My arms wrap around his neck while his circle my waist, pulling my body flush to his. His tongue slips into my mouth, dancing with mine as we kiss.
All worries of this moment fade away as I melt in his arms. Our lips move in sync as if this is something we’ve done many times before. It feels right.
His hands smooth over my hips to my backside and over my butt. He squeezes, drawing a moan out of me that I never knew could happen from a kiss.
He pulls away, resting his forehead against mine. “That was even better than I imagined.”
“You imagined it?”
He chuckles.
“After the last two nights, how can you even doubt that I did?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. Feelings come and go.”
