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“Yeah, but after he looked at me with the hottest eyes and said ‘rain check.’”
Poppy put her hand to her forehead, “Oh, my dear God, you lucky lady.”
***
At exactly quarter past seven the following morning, the sound of Bastian's motorcycle came from down the street. I walked toward the driveway just as he pulled into it. He reached for the helmet and handed it to me when I approached.
“Good morning.” He eyed his jacket and mischief lit his eyes. “I like seeing you wear that.”
I flashed him a saucy smile. “I like wearing it.”
Mischief turned into something darker, but he said nothing as I climbed onto his bike. Minutes later we were cruising down the street.
Classes didn't start for another hour, so I wondered, as I had when he first mentioned the time he'd be coming for me, how he planned to kill the time. Just as I thought that, he pulled off the road to a scenic area along the Hudson River. Once parked, he moved me backward until I rested up against the trunk of a nearby tree. He caged me in with his big, strong body, molding my soft curves to his hard lines. Pulling his hands through my hair, he gripped it at the nape of my neck, tilting my head back and lifting my lips to his.
“Rain check?”
I didn't need to answer—my body answered for me. I melted into him. I felt his breath flutter across my skin, the sweet, spicy scent of him. My lips parted in anticipation as my eyes lifted to his heated ones. His fingers at my neck tightened slightly right before he fused his lips to mine. Desire and lust burned through me at the contact but it was the other feeling that wrapped around me like a blanket, which left me dizzy and breathless. Belonging.
Gently he skimmed his lips over mine and yet my body tensed as desire coursed through my veins. I couldn't imagine anything feeling more incredible but I was proven wrong when his tongue touched the corner of my mouth. Just the tip, soft but insistent, seconds before he ran it along the seam of my lips. I sighed and his tongue swept my mouth tasting me with a thoroughness that caused those damn knees to malfunction. Wrapping my arms around him and pulling him closer, he took the kiss deeper. Chills ran all the way down to my toes. The hand still holding my hair fisted gently, his mouth feasting, as his other hand traveled down my body leaving a trail of heat in its wake, settling at the curve of my back where he pulled me hard against him. My mind shutdown as my body took over, soaking up all the sensations that Bastian so masterfully pulled from me.
Sometime later he reluctantly ended the kiss and I was convinced my bones were going to melt from the heat that burned through me. He stroked my cheek with his thumb and I tilted my head into that soft caress. Somehow I managed to peel open my eyes only to see him studying me, and the sensual look he gave me made my body tingle.
“We should probably get to school or we're going to be late.”
Confused, I asked, “What time is it?”
“Eight.”
“Eight?! Where did the time go?”
“Exactly. In another minute I'm going to say to hell with school and keep you here all day.”
“In another minute, I'm going to let you.”
He responded to that by kissing me, quickly but thoroughly, before he said, “Later, I'm cashing in again on that rain check.”
Oh hell, yeah.
***
The rest of the day sort of moved by in a blur for me because all I could think about was that kiss. I had been right, Bastian's taste was sinful: sweet with a hint of spice. Knowing myself as well as I did, I could admit that I was in serious danger of becoming addicted to him. I had always thought I was supposed to play hard to get, you know like how you see in the movies and read in books. Be mysterious, make the guy work for it, hold just a bit of yourself back. I wasn't following any of those rules, couldn't even if I wanted to. Being around Bastian, I felt something I had never felt before. Connected. Love at first sight, insta-love, didn't exist. Right? I wasn't so sure anymore. What I did know, that kiss had rocked my world and not just because of Bastian's obvious talent for kissing. As corny as it was to think, Bastian felt like the part of me I'd been missing which explained why it felt so natural to be with him.
I had never felt this way before, so it was very likely I was romanticizing my feelings. And for Bastian, this could just be another day in his life and I was just one girl, in a long line of girls, that he was momentarily interested in. Either way, I planned on enjoying every second I had with him.
***
The day following our smoldering kiss by the river, Bastian found me after the final bell had rung. “Are you doing anything now?” he asked.
“No.”
“Come with me?”
Like he had to ask. “Where are we going?”
“You'll see,” he said cryptically.
A half an hour later we were parking along Main Street of Nanuet, one town over from ours. “What are we doing here?”
