Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
“What do you feel like?” I look at him, and I take the biggest step I’ve ever taken in my whole life. I’ve never run after the boy. I’ve never wanted to kiss a man this much before. I used to make fun of my parents for always kissing, but I get it now. The need to touch that person, the desire to have that person touch you.
I walk around the counter and go to his side, my fingers grazing his as I play with the menus. Menus I’m not even looking at. If you ask me what kind of menus they were, the only thing I could say is food. In general.
“I don’t know.” I pretend to look through them, my pinky wrapping around his when our hands are side to side. The movement slowing down once we touch. My stomach flipping every single time he touches me. He looks down at our hands as I move mine again, reaching out to grab another one. I place my hand down next to his, and now he reaches for my hand. His pinky rubs my hand, and I don’t even see the words on the menu.
I drop the menu on the counter and turn to him. He looks at me and turns with his back to the counter, and I finally step in front of him, his eyes looking into mine. “This past week, the only thing that kept me going was knowing I was coming to see you,” I tell him softly. “Our crazy time difference, the travel schedule.” I put one of my hands on his chest, my palm opening flat, the beating of his heart thumping against it.
“I knew that come Friday I would be with you.” I take a deep breath, and I really wish I had a couple of shots of tequila before doing this. “I didn’t care where I was going to stay, and I didn’t care what I was going to wear. The only thing I cared about was seeing you.” I say the next part almost in a whisper.
“The only thing I cared about is kissing you. Having you kiss me.” My hand moves up now from his chest, and I slowly touch his face. I lean in just a touch, and he bends his head now, his eyes turning almost black. My fingertips in his scruff ignore the pinch. He leans in, and our noses touch from the side as he leans his forehead against mine.
“Sweet Zara,” he says, and I can feel his hot breath on me. His one hand goes to my hip, pulling me closer, while the other one goes to my neck. The heat from his hand makes me shiver, knowing he’s going to kiss me. I wait for it as he moves my face up to his, and then the moment I’ve been waiting my whole life for. His lips touch mine softly, his bottom lip touching my top lip as he tries not to rush the kiss. I bring my other hand up and wrap it around his shoulders and get on my tippy toes in front of him and finally his mouth touches mine. I think I sigh as my eyes close, and his tongue slowly moves into my mouth. His hands don’t move from my hip or my neck as he groans into the kiss. His tongue slowly rolls over mine, the kiss so slow that I savor it.
I’ll remember this kiss forever. It’s a kiss I’ve dreamed about; it’s the kiss that my sisters would tell me about that I never had, a kiss that every single little girl dreams about having. It’s a kiss that even if I wanted to tell them about it, I couldn’t do it justice. I softly move my head from one side to the other, hoping to deepen the kiss and get more of him. He lets go of my lips when we are both so breathless we can’t breathe. Both of our chests are heaving. He finally lets go of my hip but only to move the hair from my face.
He cups my face in his hand. “Ruined,” he says softly, leaning in and kissing me again softly. His kisses are soft. “If I don’t get away from you, no one is going to be eating.”
My fingers play with his hair at the nape of his neck. “I’m totally okay with this plan.” I kiss him again, and now his hand moves to my back, rubbing it up and getting lost in my hair. My stomach, however, has other plans and takes this moment to gurgle.
“I’m going to honestly kill my stomach,” I say between pecks. My eyes remain closed.
“My sweet Zara.” He chuckles, and now I open my eyes to see him. The softness of his face makes me lean in and kiss his chin now. “Why don’t you take the dogs outside, and I’ll order some food for us?”