Page 59

“What? No, I’m not.” I scrunched up my face. “Believe me, if I was trying to distract you, you’d know it,” I added—all smug, fully ignoring the way his eyes had gone liquid. Mostly ignoring.Oh, screw it, it was pretty hard to ignore. Because sometimes, when Neil looked at me, his eyes definitely dissolved into something liquid. Melty, and fluid, and it felt like I could dive right into them.
Dive into his eyes, Olivia? Who evenareyou?I didn’t really know anymore, did I? Neil was changing me, making my hard parts all soft.
I wasn’t even sure I likedthat part of what was happening between us. Whatever that was.
“You know… I’m not even supposed to have girls in here,” he continued, yanking me right back out of those thoughts. “Let alone kiss them.” His eyes were on my mouth now, and those parts I was talking about? They went even softer. Practically oozing out all over the floor for him to see.
“Okay,” I said. “That was—what?” Wires crossed in my brain. It’s not like I hadn’t expected him to kiss me at some point today; it was just how suddenly intense he seemed about it. “Don’t… kiss me then?” I said. I didn’t know what the hell I was thinking, let alone saying. The words just traveled out of my mouth without thought, apparently.
Don’tkiss me?
Yeah, no. “Or, you know. Do. Kiss me. You already broke one rule, so you might as well break another,” I added.
Was it just me or had that totally come out all breathy?
Who knew, but Neil hadn’t acknowledged it, so I wasn’t going to acknowledge it either. Instead, he licked his lips, biting down on his bottom one, and I watched the whole damn thing like it was the best movie I’d seen in a while. It was like he was purposely putting on a show or something.
His pain in my ass smirk and the twinkle of amusement in his eyes confirmed it. And, well,ha.
Screw it.I wrapped my hands around his head and pushed his face into mine, and I was met with a satisfying, startled groan that I felt on my lips. Opening my mouth to his, his tongue slipped inside, and side note—I didn’t think anything was more fun than kissing Neil.
His hands in my hair and his moans in my throat.
His mouth molded to mine, tongue exploring.
Every kiss with Neil felt like a first kiss, and what was more fun than that?
I let our kiss settle my thoughts and sweep them away.
My back hit the floor, my folder fell out of my lap, and my homework made a crinkling noise under the weight of my arm, but all I really cared about at that moment was the weight of Neil’s body settling over me.
Shocker.I repeat: Shocker!
We were heading straight into unexplored territory, and I wanted to stop us before we went too far and got lost and couldn’t find our way back out, but it was too late to retreat now.
Nope, that ship had sailed.
Neil kissed me deeper until I sunk into the floor, the weight of his body pressing into me harder. And I could feel how into it he was, which was another shock to my system.
My senses went haywire. Exploding and scattering throughout my body until I couldn’t tell what was whatanymore. Because this was nota part of Neil I had to come to know in our recent time together, even if it was something I thought about pretty frequently. (Way too frequently.) But it was by far,by far,the furthest he had ever dared to take things.
His body pressed into mine, letting mefeelthings. Feel him.
But his hands skimmed perfectly around all the important areas on my body like the gentleman he was. Which was discouraging—or, more accurately, one of the most frustrating things I had ever felt in my damn life.
But his mouth was enough.
This is enough. His mouth is enough.I told myself the lie again and again as his hands skated up my thighs but skipped over the good part between them and went up to my stomach instead. As they curled around my ribcage, took a flight over my bra, and landed on my neck, traveling around my face and through my hair.
As he repeated this path once, and twice, and again.
It was on the next pass, his hand skimming up my ribs, when he accidentally grazed a bit of side-boob. I was wearing one of those strappy, crisscrossed bandeau bras, and this was the second time his hand had found its way under my shirt, so it was kind of inevitable. But when it happened, when his fingers touched the bare swell of skin beneath my shirt, he groaned so low, and so clearly grounded in lust, that I nearly came in my pants. It didn’t help that he was pressed up against me in all the right places. Hard parts against soft.
I wanted to yank him into me and chase the building feeling. But at the same time, I didn’t want to scare him off, either. Because this was too much, right?
Yeah. It was definitely too much.
A whiny, frustrated growl climbed up the back of my throat and spilled into his mouth, and before I had a second more to think about it, he pushed himself off me and up onto his knees, his chest heaving with heavy breaths.