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He takes a step forward, crowding me against the wall, and bends so his face is right by mine. I breathe in the cool scent of him. He smells like sweet mints. My mouth starts to water.
“It occurred to me,” he says slowly, “that a data set of one is completely useless.”
I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. “What are you implying?”
Slowly, he reaches down and touches the neckline of my top. It’s slipped down a little, and he fixes the fabric back into place, nudging his favourite little ribbon with the side of his thumb. “You’re my girlfriend too, aren’t you?”
“For educational purposes, yes.”
His normally distant eyes are hot and stormy. “What do you think? Will you lose your mind if you kiss me?”
For a moment, I’m shocked speechless. That was the last thing I expected him to say. My silence stretches on too long, and his face shuts down. He pulls back. “I’m sorry. This was—”
I cut him off. “You can kiss me,” I blurt out. “If you want.”
His lips turn up slightly. I notice that he has a dimple on his cheek. Not a full one, but a tiny little divot I’ve never seen before. Then again, I’ve probably only seen Josh smile twice before, so that’s hardly surprising.
He lifts his hand, cupping the back of my neck. I shiver as I feel his fingers twisting through my hair. “Yes?” He murmurs.
My stomach crunches with nerves. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and nod, tilting my mouth up to his.
While Zack’s kisses were hot and full of lips and teeth and energy, Josh’s kisses are soft and slow and drugging. His lips press against mine in deep, long, smooth strokes, draining all of the energy out of my body until my knees are weak. I feel hot and soothed and aroused all at the same time. He gives me three long, slow pecks, then just stays there for a few seconds, his lips soft and parted against mine, breathing slowly like he doesn’t want to pull away.
“Well?” I ask, breathless.
He clears his throat, finally straightening. “Well, what?”
“What would you rate me?”
He tugs at his hair. He looks like he’s trying not to smile. “You are so odd, Layla Thompson.”
“I need to put it in my spreadsheet,” I insist. “So I can see how I improve over time. Maybe I should chart a graph. It’s difficult to quantify kissing skill, but—”
He makes a low, helpless sound in his chest and kisses me again. This time, the kiss is hard and rough. He pushes me backwards, his heavy body pressing mine to the wall. Grinning, I trail my mouth down his throat, pressing a kiss to his Adam’s apple. His whole body flinches. I pause, then kiss his neck again.
He shudders in a breath. “Layla—” he groans, tensing against me. “Shit.”
A smile spreads over my face. It looks like Joshua Tran has a weak spot.
I suck his throat hard, getting the sensitive skin of his pulse between my teeth. He moans, actually moans in my ear, his mouth falling open against my cheek. “Jesus,” he mutters, his body sagging over mine. “Jesus — Christ.” He grabs my chin and forces my mouth back to his, kissing me hard.
“You have a Neck Thing,” I mumble against his lips.
“It’s one of the most common erogenous zones,” he says primly, tugging my top lip between his teeth. Heat sparks through me.
“It’s a nuclear button. I kiss it, and you explode.”
He grunts, flicking his tongue against mine. “Where’s your weak spot?”
“I don’t have one.”
He presses me even harder against the wall, which is a good thing, because I think I might collapse without the support. “Everyone has one.”
“My only weaknesses are bullets and beheadings.”
“I’ll find it,” he promises, kissing me again. I tip my head back, letting my eyes flutter closed as arousal floods through me.I’m so distracted that I don’t hear the footsteps coming down the hallway.
“Oh,” Luke says behind us.
