“Tylar,” he sighed,
stepping into the darkness with me. Suddenly we were so close, so
impossibly near each other, and he touched my waist tentatively,
his strong fingers unsure on my belt. “Sweet Lord. I was beginning
to think you’d welsh on the bet.”
I laughed and pulled him closer.
Leaning back against the wall, I wrapped my arms around his neck
and hugged him to me. With my lips hovering just above his cheek, I
breathed, “You think I’d do that?”
“I hope not.”
His arms slipped around my waist and
then my open mouth brushed over his. I kissed his upper lip,
tugging at it gently as I broke away. Then I kissed him again,
pressing my mouth to his, my tongue licking between his soft lips.
He moaned into me, hands clutched at the small of my back as he
pushed me up against the wall. I could feel him grin into my cheek
as he sighed. “God, Tylar. You taste better than I
imagined.”
“What did you imagine?” Our
voices were low between us, and my hands rubbed along his