“This has officially become my favorite first date ever.” He pauses, and I feel the side of his mouth tip up as the day-old stubble on his cheek brushes against my skin. “Kissing at the beginning instead of the end, mmm.” The sound rumbles from his chest and into mine. I like the way it feels more than I should, and deciding I don’t want to wait anymore, I push up on my toes to seal my mouth to his.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned about Reid today, it’s that he doesn’t do anything halfway. He’s either all in or all out, and with this kiss, he’s all in.
When he licks across my bottom lip, I gladly open to him and allow his warmth to sink into me. Part of me thinks I should feel bad about wanting this kiss so much—after all, I’m supposed to be married to someone else—but I don’t. I want this kiss. No, I need this kiss, and I can tell he does too as his hand on my lower back moves to cradle the other side of my face. He holds my head, angling and moving me to just where he wants me, and I’m more than happy to comply. Over and over his tongue twists with mine as his mouth, lips, and breath take what they want. Every part of me is tingling, and I’m in complete euphoria as I surrender to this moment and just feel . . . feel him, his fingers, his heart beating against his chest, and how he’s wordlessly promising me he’s got this and everything is going to be okay.