My eyes snap back to his, and I’m worried for a second that I hallucinated the rest of that. But he’s giving me that hopeful half grin, face so full of sincerity that I’m finding it hard to hold on to the delusion.
A laugh breaks from him. “Sorry, I’m being weird.” He looks down at where he’s holding my hand, thumb brushing along my knuckles. “Just saying … you’re a great kisser. Our kiss was great. Even the first one that you hated.”
“I didn’t hate it.”
“You hated it.”
Considering it was barely a kiss, there’s no point in arguing. “Only a little.” I give in to the confidence trying to take over. “The second was better though.”
“And the third?”
Thinking about those kisses has my mouth dry. “Definitely the third.”
My gaze drops back to where the dark hair stretches across his pecs before trailing down his torso and into his jeans. I didn’t get to see him last night, and if I had, I probably wouldn’t have lasted anywhere near as long as I did.
His collarbones cut deep depressions through his skin, curving in a delicate way so completely at odds with the rest of his very indelicate self. Perry is a steam train. A whirlwind. Inertia. The kind of force that can’t be stopped. Then there, hovering innocently over his chest, it feels like a calm secret just for me.
Before I even know what I’m doing, I lift my hand and run my fingertips over his collarbone.
Perry shudders, hot exhale puffing over my hair. It pulls my attention back to him and the way his eyes are boring into me.
“What about our fourth?” he whispers.
I try to think through the fog of lust, struggling to remember how many times we actually kissed. “Did we kiss four times?”
Slowly, he shakes his head. “No. But I’m sure if we did, that fourth time would be even better.”
Fourth time.
His tongue swipes his parted bottom lip, and I watch the movement hungrily. My self-respect is long gone as the need bubbling in my gut takes over. I’m so frustratingly, embarrassingly attracted to him that all it takes is the offer to kiss me again in order to get my cock moving.
“I’d never use you,” he whispers. “We might not know each other very well, but I promise I’d never do that.”
And while we might notknowknow each other, in the small amount of time we’ve spent together, it’s like my body has learned more than my brain ever could. Like my instincts have latched onto him as a good person, and that’s fact, and everything Perry does keeps confirming it.
“I’ve heard fourth kisses are usually the best,” I say.
Pure lust flares in his eyes, and the sight is addictive. I want to yank him close, press our mouths together, but the anticipation wrapping around us is driving my need higher, and I’m not sure I’m ready yet. Last night has played on my mind all day; a second time will take over my life.
His grip on my hand tightens, and I wish it was around my cock.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he mutters. “I just know that I really, really want to do it.”
“Then do it.”
I see the exact moment his resolve hardens, and my excitement spikes at the inevitable kiss.
At the way he moves closer.
How his breathing gets deeper.
The way my lips tingle, ready for him to?—
“All clear.”
We both jump at Lars’s voice as he strides into the cabin.
The moment around us shatters.
