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“Naughty Water.”
“Naughty Water?” I arch a brow in his direction, not able to fight the smile that slides across my lips.
“Is that funny?” He seems amused.
“Just reminds me of a movie.”
“What movie?”
“You know, when the world slips you a Jeffery, stroke the furry wall.”
“Get Him to the Greek.” He smiles knowingly.
“Yep.” I nod, impressed he knew exactly what I was talking about. “Just a little sip of naughty water,” I say in my best Russell Brand voice.
“You’re something else, you know that?” He raises his voice to be heard over the opening guitar riffs that bellow from the massive speakers surrounding the stage.
“I’m going to pretend you meant that as a compliment.”
“Oh, I did.” He keeps his eyes locked on mine long after the singer croons out the opening lines.
I should look away. I should be looking up at the stage like every single other person in this room is, but I can’t. The air crackles and pops around us and for a brief moment it’s like we’re the only two people in the room.
Abel turns, sliding one arm around my waist before pulling me against his chest. Sliding my hair away from my face, he leans in and he presses his lips to my ear.
“I’ve never met anyone quite like you,justFinley,” he says, the feeling of his breath on the side of my neck causing my skin to prickle. “Would you be freaked out if I told you how badly I want to kiss you right now?” He pulls back just enough to gauge my reaction, his gaze dropping to my mouth before moving back up to my eyes.
Every single hair on my body stands to attention and the swarm of butterflies that have been flapping inside my stomach since the moment he sat down next to me at the bar go spiraling in every direction, making me feel like I’m seconds away from taking flight.
Without really thinking, I reach up with my free hand and slide it around the back of his neck, pulling his face closer to mine.
It’s completely out of character for me. I’ve always been the shy, backward girl. The one who felt like she was never good enough therefore always lacked the confidence to do, well,anything. But Abel makes me feel different. He looks at me and suddenly I’m not that scared little girl anymore. I feel powerful and beautiful. It’s a feeling I’ve spent my whole life chasing.
His face dips and I hold my breath, waiting as each painfully slow second passes before his lips touch mine. And when they finally do, when I finally feel the softness of his mouth pressed to mine, nothing could have prepared me for the surge of energy that accompanies it.
My heart thrums violently in my chest. My hands tremble and my knees shake. Every emotion I thought I would feel I do. Only it’s so much more intense than I anticipated it would be and I’m not quite sure how to process it.
When his tongue slides along my bottom lip before dipping inside my mouth, an entirely different feeling takes hold, tightening my core and warming me from the inside out.
Abel isn’t just a good kisser. He’s an incredible kisser. Hard but gentle. Sweet yet demanding. It’s the perfect combination of push and pull and I swear I feel iteverywhere.
I don’t know if minutes pass or mere seconds. All I know is that when he pulls back and those incredible eyes meet mine, I’m a goner.
