Caleb’s mouth instantly demands access to mine as his hands sink into my hair. I open for him, desperate to taste him. To know his kiss.
His tongue immediately sweeps inside. The feeling is greedy. Urgent. I kiss him back the same way, my tongue warring with his. It’s hot. Intense. I eagerly begin to map everything about him. From the sexy, commanding way he’s kissing me to the taste of peppermint on his tongue. His facial scruff is burning against my skin, and I freaking love the way it feels. My whole body is responding to him now, with everything coiling tight inside of me.
Just from his kiss.
One of his hands slides down my neck, and a groan escapes my throat. Caleb immediately swallows the sound, and it’s the sexiest thing ever.
“Keep kissing me like this, Isla,” he commands against my lips. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Oh. My. God.
I kiss him back in the way he wants. The way I want. I kiss him deeply, and it elicits a primal growl from his lips. Then he breaks the kiss just long enough to draw my lower lip between his teeth, and I gasp when he sucks it.
“Christ, you taste so damn good,” he murmurs against my mouth, his words hot against my lips.
My pulse has never raced like this in my life.
His hands roam to my back. Mine move to his shoulders, then travel to his face, and end up back in his hair again. He draws me tighter into his body. It’s hard and lean and perfect against mine.
Finally Caleb pulls back. We both gasp for air, and I move my hands to his solid chest. I feel his heart pounding underneath my palm.
Neither one of us says anything. Our eyes are locked on each other, taking in what just happened between us.
I know he’s different. Caleb tells me I’m different.
But this kiss?
This kiss is unlike anything I’ve ever known.
And now that I’ve had it?It’s all I ever want to know.
Caleb moves one hand to the back of my head, and his fingers caress my hair in a gentle, protective manner. “I have never kissed anyone in the way I just kissed you,” he says. I hear wonderment in his voice. Then, as if to punctuate his point, he brushes his lips against my forehead in a sweet kiss.
“Well, to be fair, I am different,” I say, grinning at him.
A smile lights up his face, and I grow all warm and happy inside.
“You are,” he says, brushing his thumb over my lower lip again. “Your lips are swollen.”
I put my hand over his and playfully kiss his thumb. “Not swollen enough. Perhaps you can take care of that in the pool. If you have one,” I add, arching an eyebrow at him.
“What? What do you mean by that?” Caleb asks, his eyes dancing at me.
I lift one shoulder in a shrug. “I don’t see a pool up here.”
“Ah,” he says. “So I made it up to get you to come over.”
“Possibly. I mean, I didn’t know how you kissed when you asked me. Because if I would have known that, you could have invited me to a dental cleaning, and I would have been excited to come.”
Another mystified but amused expression passes over his gorgeous face. “I’ve never met anyone like you, Isla.”
I reach up and frame his face in my hands. “Because I’m weird? And I don’t flirt like a normal person?”
He chuckles. “Well, yes.”
“But you’re here for it all the same.”
“Oh, I’m here for it,” he says, moving his hands to my waist. I’m momentarily distracted by feeling the heat of his hand on my bare skin in the cutout on the dress. I might have to buy this dress instead of renting it if it’s going to reap these benefits.