She did what she did yesterday, going all in with her kiss.
After a few moments, I lifted my head and said, “Share a secret with you?”
She nodded, “Always.”
“Haven’t kissed a woman in six years,” I told her.
She smiled, “Really?”
I nodded, “Never lied to you, Harlee. Never will.”
Then she smiled, “Can I share a secret with you?”
I nodded, “Always.”
She smiled, “Yesterday, I’m glad my first kiss was with you.”
I felt something in my gut tighten, “You serious?”
She nodded, “Yeah. I wasn’t lying when I said I had you on a pedestal, Carter.”
Something inside of me roared in my head, and I didn’t hesitate.
Slanting my head, I kissed her. Hard.
Trying to pour my emotions into a single kiss.
At Harlee’s moan, I shifted my body, so I was atop her.
Her hands came up and ran up and down my arms, the back of my neck, then she tangled her hands in my hair.
I pressed my body into hers, kissing her as her tongue came out and played with mine.
My hand that wasn’t bracing some of my weight moved up her hips to her waist, just under her t-shirt, my fingers pressing in, feeling the soft skin beneath my fingertips.
Knowing I needed to stop this, but knowing if I didn’t, I would do something she wasn’t ready to do.
Therefore, I lifted my head, pressed my forehead into hers, and said, “To be your first kiss, you know how to drive me fucking wild.”
She giggled, then nodded, “How’d you sleep?”
I winked down at her, “Like a fucking baby.”
She smiled, wide, then my stomach chose that moment to growl.
Her head fell back onto the pillows, laughing.
And I stayed right where I was, watching. Soaking it all in.
Never before has anyone seen a more beautiful sight.
***
After we both got up and got dressed, she in a pair of jean shorts, and a t-shirt, I had changed into clean clothes I had in my bag.
Harlee was at her stove, cracking eggs after she had made bacon and biscuits.
When I heard her ask, “So, did they say anything when you left early?”
