An all-new angst-filled romance romance is out this week from author Laura Pavlov—part of her brand new Willow Springs series—and I have a sneak peek for you.
“You can kiss me whenever you want as long as you aren’t kissing anyone else at the same time, because ewwwww… that’s gross. Have you been kissing anyone else?” I asked, because I needed to know.
“Not since you came to the lake and took over my quiet place.” He smirked.
Interesting. I’d been going there for almost two months.
“Okay, then. My sweet mouth is all yours,” I teased, but I could barely feel my legs anymore because I was so nervous.
“You haven’t been kissing anyone else, have you, Ace? No booty calls from Taulson?” His mouth was so close I could feel his warm breath tickle my cheek.
“I haven’t talked to him in a few weeks, and I have no desire to kiss anyone but you.”
“Yeah?” His lips grazed mine and my eyes fluttered shut. His hand hooked around my waist, and I was pretty sure he was fully supporting my weight because I’d lost all feeling in my legs.
“Kiss me, already,” I whispered.
His mouth crashed into mine, and he spun me around, pressing my back against the truck. He lifted my feet off the ground and my legs wrapped around his waist, keeping us at the same level and making it easier to take the kiss deeper.
My fingers tangled in his hair like they’d been itching to do, and one of his hands was pressed to my bottom, holding me in place, while the other cupped the side of my face so gently it sent chills down my spine. He took his time and tilted my head to the side as his tongue slipped in.
He tasted like peppermint and I laughed against his mouth as I thought about how he’d tortured me sucking on that candy cane during the movie.
He pulled his mouth away, and I yanked at his hair to keep him in place.
“Are you laughing?” He chuckled against my mouth.
“No. You taste like a candy cane and I kept thinking about kissing you the whole time you were eating that thing during the movie.”
He rubbed his nose against mine. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” I whispered.
I pulled him closer and took control of our kiss. My hips were grinding against all his hardness, and…Oh. My. God.
Nothing had ever felt so good. I could kiss this boy forever, and it still wouldn’t be long enough.
He groaned into my mouth before pulling away.
“Okay, I’d say this was a damn good first kiss,” he said, his lips still teasing mine.
Now that I’d had a taste of Jett Stone, I never wanted to stop. “Why are you stopping then?”
“Trust me, it’s not because I want to.” He started walking toward my house, still carrying me with my legs wrapped around his waist. I laughed into his neck.
“Oh my gosh, what are you doing?” I nipped at his ear with my teeth and he yelped.
“I’m walking you home after the hottest fucking kiss of my life.” His gaze locked with mine and he didn’t laugh.
“That was something. Maybe it’s because we’ve both been thinking about it for a while?” I covered my eyes with my hand when I realized what I said. “I mean, I’ve been thinking about it for a while.”