Fuck.
Fuck.
This is happening. This is actually happening.
“Come on,” she says, and her voice has gone husky. “I’m gone in seven days. Let’s make—” Her voice breaks off, and then she starts again. “Let’s have some fun while I’m still here. We’ve both wanted this.”
Her eyes lock onto mine.
“I see how you look at me.”
Wait. She’s wanted this, too? And she saw how I?—
But then all thought evaporates because she kisses me again.
Harper Tucker is kissing me.
And oh god.Oh god.
For two seconds—three—I forget everything. My brain goes completely offline. My mouth opens under hers, giving in to what both our bodies clearly want.
Her kisses are desperate, and my mouth follows her just as hungrily.
Like we’ve both been starving for this, even though we couldn’t dare admit it.
Oh my god, shetastesso good.
My hands find her hips, and my fingers clutch the supple curve that I’ve noticed developing there. I hold on like she might disappear if I don’t. She feels exquisite. Fuckingperfectas her body presses down against me like this, and?—
She makes this sound. This small, needy sound in the back of her throat that nearly destroys me.
I kiss her harder. Can’t help it. My hands slide up her sides, mapping the dip of her waist. The line of her ribs.
I can’t help how hard I’ve gone underneath her as I feel herbreatheagainst my palms.
Her fingers tangle in my hair and pull—not hard, just enough to tip my head back so she can deepen the kiss even more.
Jesus Christ.
I’m drowning. I’mdying. I never want this to end.
She shifts her weight, and the friction makes me groan into her mouth. My hips buck up involuntarily before I can stop myself.
She gasps—breaks the kiss just long enough to catch her breath—and the sound goes straight through me like lightning.
“Caleb,” she breathes against my lips.
My name. She said my name likethat.
I’m lost. Completely lost.
My hands are under her shirt now—when did that happen?—feeling the warm silk of her skin, the ridges of her spine. God, her skin is so fuckingsoft. I never felt anything so soft in my whole life.
She arches into my touch, and I can feel her heartbeat racing, matching mine.
She kisses down my jaw. My throat. Finds my pulse point and starts sucking there, hips moving against mine like she’s?—
“Harper.” It comes out wrecked. Desperate. “Wait?—”