Page 62 of Killer Blonde

Something was happening.

Oh, yes, it was.

And as his head closed the distance between us, I lifted my waiting lips up to meet his.

Then we were kissing.

Yes, kissing.

Like the kind I’d only ever imagined might be real.

His hand was on my jaw, holding with a firmness that said he was scared I’d pull away.

But I wasn’t going anywhere.

He softly and, oh, so sweetly, pressed his lips against mine. I felt the light pressure of his kiss but it was so hesitant that I wondered if it was real. The strange tingling I had running through my body told me that it was most definitely happening. And that I wanted to see where this could go.

I moved closer, needing more, but also loving that he was taking his time like this was a moment to be savored.

I didn’t want it to end.

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Silas

I pulled back but only enough so that my lips brushed against hers. As my lips parted, a soft sigh escaped me. I wasn’t even aware of it until I felt Jessica’s lips tip up with a smile.

I hadn’t thought about what I was doing.

Not really.

I mean, I might have been thinking about it for a while now somewhere in the back of my mind. And the fire might have been fueled the moment she snuggled into my side and rested her head on my shoulder.

Then the way she looked up at me and said my name.

It caused something to come over me that I couldn’t stop.

I didn’t want to stop.

And I had no plans to right now.

My tongue snaked out to wet my bottom lip, then I was pressing my mouth against hers again in the most G-rated kiss I’d had since I was like fourteen.

And it was the best damn one ever.

Our lips brushed and bounced off each other’s. Neither one of us pushed for more. It was like she was enjoying it just as much as I was.

Finally, I pulled away and rested my forehead against hers.

She blinked at me with a happy, dazed look in her eyes.

I wanted to say something, but I was suddenly at a loss for words. What could you say after something so amazingly unexpected?

I had to say something. I did. Because if it was one thing I knew about women, it was that they needed reassurance. Very blatant reassurance. The kind that the man-brain didn’t usually understand.

Yeah, I could thank my mom and sister for that knowledge.

And words were coming. They were. It just took them a long moment to actually form in my brain.