He’s stunned at first and doesn’t move. I
start to pull away, thinking I’ve made a huge mistake, but then I feel Andy’s
hand on my lower back, pulling me closer. His lips part, and he deepens the
kiss.
Every inch of me is on fire. Andy’s an
incredible kisser, but the position we’re in is awkward. I reach my hands up
and bury my fingers in his hair, which prompts him to lift me onto his lap.
Much better. Our bodies are pressed so close I can feel every inch of him. My
lungs are screaming for air, but I’m not willing to give in to them. I’ve been
dying to kiss Andy ever since he first smiled at me, and I’ll be damned if I’m
backing away that quickly.
His hands move up my back to my hair, and he
pulls my head back gently exposing my neck. His lips trail down my jaw and to
the nape of my neck. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, but it manages to slip out
anyway. Andy slowly eases off, opening his eyes to see my reaction. I debate
pulling his lips back to mine, but for the moment I drape my arms around his
shoulders and just stare into his baby blue eyes.
“Wow.”
He can say that again. “Yeah.”
“I can honestly say that’s the first time I
didn’t have to make the first move.”
“And it’s the first time I ever made the first move.”
He smiles. “Then I’m honored.” He leans
forward and places a single kiss on my neck. His hips rise under me, and I know
exactly where he’s hoping this is going to lead. My body is screaming for his
touch, but I don’t want to be that
girl. The one who goes off to college and sleeps with the first guy she meets.
As much as I want Andy, I can’t do this right now.