Determined to stop thinking, to just go with whatever happened, I dipped my finger into my drink and wet the backs of our hands. Kiera watched every move I made as I shook some salt over our hands. When she made no move to drink her shot, I broke the ice and took mine so she’d feel more comfortable about doing this with me. My throat was numb from doing Jäger shots all night, so it didn’t even burn. It burned for Kiera though.
Her tongue came out to lick the salt off her hand, her mouth opened to receive her drink, and her lips curled around the lime, squeezing its juices. It was an erotic thing to watch. Then her face twisted into a grimace. I chuckled at her reaction, then poured us another round.
The second shot went down easier for her. The third was even easier. We didn’t talk, just drank. And the more alcohol she consumed, the hungrier her eyes became. She was staring at me as tenaciously as the women in the bar did. I did my best to ignore it, but it was difficult to do…I wanted her to look at me like that. I wanted to look at her like that. But I wasn’t about to make any assumptions on what was going to happen tonight. We were just two friends sharing a drink. Two single friends who had almost shared a lot more recently…
By the fourth shot, the alcohol was getting to me. I spilled the tequila trying to pour it in those tiny little glasses. I laughed as I almost dropped the lime from my mouth. I was way beyond buzzing now.
On the fifth shot, everything changed. Just as I was bending down to lick the salt from my skin, Kiera took my hand and ran her tongue over the back of it. She was soft, wet, warm, and felt amazing on my sensitive body. I wanted her to keep doing it, but she pulled back to drink her tequila shot. When she placed her wedge of lime between my lips, my heart sped up. Was she…?
She was. Her mouth reached up to connect with mine. Our lips pressed together as she sucked on the lime. All I could taste was lime and her. It was an intoxicating combination. But it wasn’t nearly satisfying enough. I needed more.
My breath felt strained when Kiera pulled away. Ragged. She teasingly removed the lime from her mouth and set it on the counter. When she seductively licked her fingers, my resolve evaporated. I suddenly didn’t give a shit what we’d been before, or who we’d been with. I didn’t care if she’d dated Denny—that seemed like a long-past memory at the moment. I didn’t care about Evan’s warnings, my regrettable experience with bedding roommates, my promise to Denny to stay away, or my own decision to not cross that uncrossable line. Kiera kissed me. She wanted me. And fuck, I wanted her too.
I took my shot of tequila straight, slammed the glass on the counter, then pulled her back to my mouth, where she belonged.
Our lips moving together felt better than I had imagined. There was so much eager, pent-up passion, I felt like we were both going to burst into flames. I couldn’t get enough of her. My hand on the back of her neck tightened, drawing her in even closer. My other hand found the small of her back. Perfection.
YM’s Review:
That was the most disappointing thing! I WANTED to LOvE it! I did! But, but………..it was just aiight for me.
The thing is that S.C. stepehensdid Such a phenomenal job the first time around developing Kellan’s character and giving he reader huge insight into who his was and his personality that this just felt unnecessary.(rushes to hide behind her 12 yr old..,,,,what?! Preteens girls are vicious things)
Kellan’s character HAD been explored and developed. I didn’t feel I needed anything else. There were times that it was interesting to understand his thinking, there were other times, I had to look away bc he was looki like such a girl!(will he show me how much of girl he ISNT bc I said that? Hee, hee
I’m sad. I wanted to like it. I swear, I did. It just felt short. It was wordy and length and the SAT words were out of control!(this is a lot coming from me bc I love me a good SAT word, but when I’m wondering if there was a thesaurus ap open then……..)
Anywho, there were some moments. It’s Kellan ya’ll. I mean KELLAN. He’s my number one. It’s like getting to slow dance with your HIGHschool boyfriend at your reunion, or sneaking a kiss with an old flame or a freebie……..wha?! Too much? Ok, fine, it just felt like I was putting something on that I love wearing. At the end of the day, you’re just glad you got to rekindle a little time with him. So, thanks for the memories Kellan but next time, gimme a lil something more, mkay?
Duces, we baggin’
