I can feel the heat of his body, and he smells so good, like the ocean and something so uniquely him.
I look up into his face. He’s already staring down at me. And the way he’s looking at me…it’s like need and desire and a whole other bunch of stuff I can’t even begin to explain. It makes my toes curl, and my own need unfurls inside of me.
His hand comes to my face. His thumb brushes over my skin and grazes the edge of my lips, making me shiver.
I have never felt anything like this before, the way I feel with him right now.
I’m pretty sure he’s going to kiss me. God, I hope so.
“You said if I wanted to see you again, I should ask you at the end of our date.” His voice is rough and deep in the silence. “It’s the end of our date, so I’m asking. Spend the day with me tomorrow. Go surfing with me.”
“Yes.”
A smile lifts the corner of his lips. “Yes?”
“Yes.” I grin.
His eyes flicker down to my mouth. Something hot and dark enters his gaze, making my mouth go dry.
I swallow. Then, I lick my lips.
His eyes flare and lift to mine. Desire is burning wildly in his eyes, in the heated silence.
Need shoots down the length of my spine.
I have never wanted a guy to kiss me as much as I want Adam to.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he whispers.
Thank God.
All I can do is nod. I’m struggling to breathe, so speaking isn’t even an option.
He lowers his head to mine, and then his mouth is on mine…and—
Oh my God.
It’s not that I’ve kissed a lot of guys because I haven’t, but the feel of Adam’s lips on mine…is perfection.
He tastes like pizza and mints. It’s a weird combination when you think about it, but it works on him. But then again, anything works on him.
His other hand comes up, holding the nape of my neck his fingers push up into my hair.
I can’t think or breathe. I can only feel his mouth on mine, and I never want it to end.
I part my lips on a sound of need, my hands sliding up his chest. His tongue gently sweeps over mine. Then, he sucks on my lower lip, and he’s pulling back, far too quickly for my liking.
“Tomorrow,” he says, sounding way too composed.
Our faces are only millimeters apart, his eyes staring into mine.
I’m so not composed. My breaths are coming out in quick short pants. I’m a mess of emotions, and hormones.
I really want to kiss him again.
“Mmhmm.”
He chuckles softly. Then, removing his hands from me, he steps away.
My body cries out in distress for him to come back.
“I’ll pick you up at seven a.m., so we can get there early and catch some good waves.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Evie?”
“Yeah?” I’m still gazing at him—well, gazing at his mouth to be exact. He has really nice lips.
“What time am I picking you up?”
I come to a little, focusing on his eyes. Realizing that I’m behaving like a total girl, my face heats. I clear my throat, gathering my wits. “Seven.”
He smiles at me, and I feel it deep inside.
“I’ll see you then.”
I watch as he turns and leaves down the steps.
I fall back against my door, touching my fingers to my lips, the feel and taste of him still there. The kiss was short, but I feel like he’s been touching me for hours.
My legs are like jelly while my heart threatens to burst out of my ribcage.
I stay there until I hear his car pulling away, awakening me to move.
I unlock the front door and let myself in.
My dad is in the living room. He never goes to bed until I’m home, not that I’m ever usually out late. I’d text him earlier while I was waiting for Adam to come back with the pizza, to let him know I was out with a friend.
“You have a good time?”
“Yeah. I did.” I can’t contain my giddy smile.
Dad gives me a curious look, so I tell him a quick goodnight, and I head to my bedroom, looking in on Casey as I pass her room. She’s fast asleep.
I drop down onto my bed, pressing the rose to my nose again.