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I’m beginning to fear that he will never take the initiative—and if I don’t bite the bullet, then… No! I must, must bring myself to do it and… exactly.
And there he is already driving up.
I hold my bag tighter and step out onto the forecourt with determined steps, opening the door of the pickup.
“Hi, Celine.” He smirks at me.
Irresistible, like he does every day.It sickens me. Completely.
“Hi, Philipp,” I say, climbing up into the cab.
He waits for me to fasten my seat belt.
But buckle in hand, I pause and look over at him.
“Is anything wrong?” he asks.
I let go of the seatbelt, reach out. “May I?”
“Uh-huh,” he mutters just that, as I do in my daydreams. “Sure.” The corner of his mouth pulls to the side.
Very slowly, I approach his face with my fingers and…Fudge!Putting my fingers under his chin and lifting his head, that doesn’t work at all!He is much taller than me!Frustrated, I realize that I can’t just mirror my daydream one-to-one.What am I supposed to do?
Philipp looks at me steadfastly and…
It’s now or never!Stunned by courage, I grab his jaw, pull his head down to me—and kiss him.
Oh my God! I have done it!
I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and wait for the lightning to strike me. Or for Philipp to push me away.
But instead he doesn’t retreat a millimeter, his velvety lips on mine, his breath stroking my skin. Penetrating my nose as I catch my breath.
The odor molecules it contains must act like dope on my receptors; otherwise, I can’t explain why I dare to lift my eyelids.
Oh no. I wish I hadn’t done that!
Now Philipp starts to move. His mouth—no, he does not withdraw from me!—opens slightly, encloses my lower lip. At the same time, I feel his hand on my waist. In slow motion, it moves up and simultaneously backward onto my back. Firmly and determinedly, he pulls me towards him.
My fingers, still possessively clasping his chin, can’t help themselves and wrap around his neck.
Kissing with my eyes open is… disturbing and incredibly intoxicating. Why have I never dared to do this before? Silly question—probably my drunkenness is caused by Philipp and not because I’m looking at him.
Philip’s tongue licks over my upper lip.
My hormone release collapses with a whoop. More than willingly, I open my mouth for him, but he strings me along.
Challenging me to take the initiative again.
Very well, if that’s what he wants?To be on the safe side, I close my eyes before I let my tongue probe into his sweet-tasting body cavity.
The tip of his tongue dances around mine. Philipp groans softly, and I also catch myself moaning.
Meanwhile, his other hand has found its way up to my neck. Held by him, I lean back, licking teasingly over the even row of his teeth. He growls, following my backing-away until a hard-clacking sound slows him in motion. “Ouch.”
I open my eyes to meet his alert gaze. Only with difficulty, I manage to detach myself from his mouth. “Issomethingwrong?” I mumble with tingling lips.
“Fucking seatbelt,” he chokes out, laughing hoarsely. “It… you… damnit!” He releases me, runs a hand through his stubble-short hair. “You make me feel all tingly, sweetness!”
