Taming Mr. Know-It-All (The Taming Series Book 3) by Nia Arthurs

Author:Nia Arthurs [Arthurs, Nia]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2016-01-15T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

I had my first kiss at a summer camp when I was fifteen. Joey Spuckermeyer and I got paired during a rousing game of spin-the-bottle. I told him to just get it over with and so he did. It was the farthest thing from romantic and I didn’t necessarily get chills. It was a stupid game and a pretty stupid way to have a first kiss in my humble opinion. The moment that Archie’s lips first came into contact with mine, I thought of Joey Spuckermeyer and how maybe I should have waited out my first kiss with him if I had known that the touch was supposed to feel like this. And then in the next moment, all thoughts of Joey Spuckermeyer fled.

The rain, which had fallen like a gentle shower just a minute before burst into a torrent of jagged tears that invaded my hair, ran down my closed eyes and nose and chin and jaw. It served to punctuate the explosion of senses and feelings that stirred within me. I melted beneath Archie’s pursuit as though my insides had crystallized into sugar instead of organs, vessels, and sinews of flesh. I stood helplessly in the lashing storm; reason overpowered by the blood rushing in my ears and allowed this man to capture my mouth. His beard rasped against my cheeks, my chin, my jaw as he placed tiny kisses there, following each rain drop like a map that spelled treasure. And then, as if only just realizing the rain, he angled his body thoroughly in front of mine like a shield, better positioning me into the side of the house. With that tender action, his kiss became reverent and slow. It drove me mad, the way his pace lengthened. I was exposed and vulnerable. I preferred the heat and the noise and passion of the earlier kiss. And when I grew impatient and tried to rekindle the fast movement of our initial caress, he grunted, captured my wandering hands and continued to kiss me as though I were delicate and valued and… cherished.

I forgot to breathe for a second and when he pulled back, I was surprised that my legs were still firmly on the ground. When I could intake enough oxygen to speak, I whispered,

“Did we just-”

“Yeah,” he nodded as the rain pounded at his back like an insolent child. I touched my lips and felt the skin around my mouth and my cheeks burning.

“Okay,” I said awkwardly.

“Okay,” he repeated.

I stepped away from him and this time, he did not follow me. “Why?”

He raked a hand through his hair and blew out a breath, “Because.”

“Because what?”

“Because we wanted to.”

I shook my head and curled my hands protectively around my chest, “I can’t. Not right now.”

“I know.” He looked away and his silver eyes flashed, “I know.”

“And Nicole…”

“I know.” He rubbed his forehead.

“We just can’t.”

“Yeah… But it was good.”

I chuckled awkwardly, “It was. It was…wow,”

“We can be friends.” Archie said unconvincingly.

“Just friends,” I hit him lightly in the arm, “pal, amigo, buddy.

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