I cleared my throat and forced myself to focus. Pressing one piece of tape on one side of the cut, I felt his thumbs graze the skin under my sweatshirt. I sucked in a breath. Goose bumps immediately spread over my body. My hands shook, and I didn’t think I’d get the second bandage on with his thumbs caressing my bare skin.
“Uh, there.”
“Thanks.” He stood and looked down at me. His fingers gripped the waistband of my jeans, and he pulled me closer. For a second, we just stared at each other, and then he tilted his head to the side and lowered it to mine.
I stepped back. Not because I didn’t want him to kiss me. Oh, I did. In the worst way. But I didn’t want an audience. I turned and looked around the room to see who noticed. It was empty.
“They went out to deal with the hobgoblins.” He pulled me gently to him. I took a step, falling into him. He put his hands on my waist to steady me before sliding his hands up my sides and cupping my face. Angling my face upward, he lowered his lips and brushed them gently over mine. Just a caress. My eyes fluttered closed, blocking out everything but him—the feel of his mouth on mine, his tongue sliding along mine, his taste, the way his muscles flexed under my hands. I was wrapped in a whirlwind of Chay. Nothing registered except him.
He lifted his head and looked at me. “Finally. A kiss that wasn’t interrupted.”
“Do it again,” I whispered.
He smiled and lowered his mouth. His lips touched mine softly, his tongue swept over my lips, and I parted them. His tongue dipped into my mouth, and I moaned. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I ran my fingers through his silky hair. I felt a trembling inside. More than just a fluttering or butterflies. No, this was deep within me. Electrical currents ran up and down my spine, and my fingers tingled where I touched him. I’d never felt anything so… beautiful.
He grabbed my hips and yanked me against him, closer, and then closer still, until every inch of me touched him. His lips moved from my lips to my neck, and I gasped at the sensation. A vase of flowers lifted from a table, flew across the room, and shattered against the floor. We broke apart, shocked.
“Whoa.” He looked at me. “Telekinesis?”
“I don’t know,” I said, breathless. I pulled him back to me. “It was ugly anyway. Don’t stop.”
Chay grazed his lips up the side of my neck. He kissed the hollow behind my ear before sucking gently on my earlobe. I sucked in a breath, breathing his name. Squeezing his biceps, I could feel the muscles under my hands flexing as he moved his hands over my shoulders and delved his fingers into my hair. He pulled it gently, guiding my head back and exposing my throat, kissing and nipping at my skin.
I let my hands move over his shoulders and down the hard planes of his chest to his waist. I hesitated briefly at his waistband before gliding my hands under the hem of his sweatshirt. He stiffened, raising his head, and his eyes locked on mine. I ran my fingernails lightly over his skin. My heart felt like it had wings fluttering in my chest when goose bumps covered his skin under my touch.
Chay ground out a curse and pulled my lips to his, kissing me hard and deep. His lips moved over mine fiercely. My hands moved from his chest to his back. He let one hand glide from my hair, over my shoulder and down my side. When he reached the hem of my sweatshirt, he slipped his hand beneath and ran his fingers along my spine.
He swallowed the moans that his touch pulled from me. My breathing was quick and shallow; his kisses went on forever. I felt like I was suffocating. I couldn’t get a breath. My chest burned, and my head started to swim. My fingers curled into his chest, and I thought that if I suffocated from kissing Chay, it was surely the best way to die.
“Well, they’re gone.” Jake stomped into the kitchen like a moose. “Whoops.” He looked between Chay and me with a grin. “I’ll tell the others we gotta go. You two just… well… yeah.” He backed out of the door, closing it hard behind him.
“I should go, too.” Chay held my hands in his, looking at them. Then he kissed the palms one at a time. I moved my hands from his and cupped his face, pulling him to me. It didn’t take much effort. He came willingly. Standing on my tiptoes, I kissed him.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said when I pulled my lips from his.
“Yeah. ‘Bye, Milayna.”
“‘Bye.”
Three weeks, four days until my birthday.
So, I had demons who wanted to drag me to Hell where their leader could suck the life out of me. And somehow, Chay managed to overshadow that tiny detail when we’d had our first uninterrupted, mind-blowing, goose bump-inducing, toe-curling kiss. Possibly the best first kiss in the history of first kisses. At least in my history of kisses. Which, admittedly, wasn’t a lot of history, but still, it was a pretty damn awesome kiss.
I dreaded seeing him in chemistry class. Sitting next to him, smelling him, knowing I couldn’t tackle him and spend the rest of the day kissing him. Of course, we’d both need some Carmex when the day was done, but a small price to pay.