“Okay, fine. Look. Just don’t freak out. Kissing is about attraction. Just go with it and you’ll be fine.”
I blushed. It felt weird talking about this with Samir. But this was what friends did. And being friends seemed safer than the other thing…
Mya’s words came back to me…
Samir has bad idea written all over him.
“Attraction isn’t exactly the problem. It’s more of a technique issue. I just don’t know what to do. Or where to put my hands,” I offered lamely, realizing how ridiculous I sounded. “I thought I did, but what if I’ve been doing it wrong the whole time?”
Samir’s grin widened. “I can definitely help you with that. Come here.”
I stilled. “No.”
Samir rolled his eyes. “Stop being a drama queen. You want to learn how to kiss? Come here.”
I felt like Eve being tempted by the serpent. I hesitated for a second, his offer lingering. “You can’t tell anyone about this.” I hesitated. “Or what happened before. And it’s just this once—”
I closed the gap between us.
“The kissing lessons?”
“Yes, fine. Whatever you want to call them. Just this once. This is not a thing.”
He grinned wickedly. “Fine.”
Against my better judgment, I moved closer, like a moth to a flame. Our faces were inches apart. Having him this close made it hard to think.
“Kiss me.”
I blinked. Was he joking?
“Kiss me,” Samir repeated, his tone lazy.
I shoved against his chest. “You’re not helping. Be serious.”
“I am being serious. You want to learn how to kiss? Kiss me. Knowing how to initiate a kiss is just as important as knowing how to receive one. It’s not enough to be seduced, you need to know how to seduce.”
My hands remained on his chest, my fingers curled into the fabric of his black sweater. Curled into his warmth. Up close, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to study Samir. His eyes were a dark coffee color, framed by ridiculously thick, long lashes. Dark curls of hair brushed against his collar. His skin was tan, certainly far tanner than my own pale skin. He was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
“Scared?” he teased.
Yes.
I was tired of being ruled by my fear and nerves. I closed the gap between our lips, lingering just a breath away from kissing him. My hand traveled north, releasing my grip on his sweater, moving up his neck. My fingertips brushed against his bare skin, the feeling silky smooth. My hand continued its upward path, growing bolder now, threading through Samir’s hair, loving the feel of his silky curls beneath my fingers.
He stiffened.
Our gazes met. I held the force of his stare, shocked to see desire flaring in his eyes. It was all the encouragement I needed. My lips brushed against his—hesitant, exploring, hungry. Once, twice. Samir sighed, his mouth opening slightly. His breath tingled with mine, his tongue grazing my lips. He wasn’t quite kissing me back but he wasn’t moving away either. Clearly he was going to make me work for it.
“Kiss me.” He whispered the words against my mouth, taunting me with them, goading me further, pushing me over the edge.
“Shut up. This would be so much better if you didn’t talk.”
He chuckled, his lips vibrating against mine.
I opened my mouth, deepening the kiss, my tongue reaching out and grazing his. Suddenly everything exploded. The taste of him swirled in my mouth, the feel of his body against mine, sent sparks through my body. He kissed me back. He kissed me like he was drowning and I was his lifeline—mad, desperate kisses that had my body tightening in anticipation and my mind blown. This was nothing like I’d ever experienced before. And it was way better than our kiss at Babel.
“Better,” Samir mumbled, the word nearly lost between our mouths. His words might have been noncommittal, but by the way his hands were moving over my body—cupping, stroking, squeezing—the way his mouth plundered mine—he was just as affected as I was.
I might have been
I blushed. It felt weird talking about this with Samir. But this was what friends did. And being friends seemed safer than the other thing…
Mya’s words came back to me…
Samir has bad idea written all over him.
“Attraction isn’t exactly the problem. It’s more of a technique issue. I just don’t know what to do. Or where to put my hands,” I offered lamely, realizing how ridiculous I sounded. “I thought I did, but what if I’ve been doing it wrong the whole time?”
Samir’s grin widened. “I can definitely help you with that. Come here.”
I stilled. “No.”
Samir rolled his eyes. “Stop being a drama queen. You want to learn how to kiss? Come here.”
I felt like Eve being tempted by the serpent. I hesitated for a second, his offer lingering. “You can’t tell anyone about this.” I hesitated. “Or what happened before. And it’s just this once—”
I closed the gap between us.
“The kissing lessons?”
“Yes, fine. Whatever you want to call them. Just this once. This is not a thing.”
He grinned wickedly. “Fine.”
Against my better judgment, I moved closer, like a moth to a flame. Our faces were inches apart. Having him this close made it hard to think.
“Kiss me.”
I blinked. Was he joking?
“Kiss me,” Samir repeated, his tone lazy.
I shoved against his chest. “You’re not helping. Be serious.”
“I am being serious. You want to learn how to kiss? Kiss me. Knowing how to initiate a kiss is just as important as knowing how to receive one. It’s not enough to be seduced, you need to know how to seduce.”
My hands remained on his chest, my fingers curled into the fabric of his black sweater. Curled into his warmth. Up close, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to study Samir. His eyes were a dark coffee color, framed by ridiculously thick, long lashes. Dark curls of hair brushed against his collar. His skin was tan, certainly far tanner than my own pale skin. He was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
“Scared?” he teased.
Yes.
I was tired of being ruled by my fear and nerves. I closed the gap between our lips, lingering just a breath away from kissing him. My hand traveled north, releasing my grip on his sweater, moving up his neck. My fingertips brushed against his bare skin, the feeling silky smooth. My hand continued its upward path, growing bolder now, threading through Samir’s hair, loving the feel of his silky curls beneath my fingers.
He stiffened.
Our gazes met. I held the force of his stare, shocked to see desire flaring in his eyes. It was all the encouragement I needed. My lips brushed against his—hesitant, exploring, hungry. Once, twice. Samir sighed, his mouth opening slightly. His breath tingled with mine, his tongue grazing my lips. He wasn’t quite kissing me back but he wasn’t moving away either. Clearly he was going to make me work for it.
“Kiss me.” He whispered the words against my mouth, taunting me with them, goading me further, pushing me over the edge.
“Shut up. This would be so much better if you didn’t talk.”
He chuckled, his lips vibrating against mine.
I opened my mouth, deepening the kiss, my tongue reaching out and grazing his. Suddenly everything exploded. The taste of him swirled in my mouth, the feel of his body against mine, sent sparks through my body. He kissed me back. He kissed me like he was drowning and I was his lifeline—mad, desperate kisses that had my body tightening in anticipation and my mind blown. This was nothing like I’d ever experienced before. And it was way better than our kiss at Babel.
“Better,” Samir mumbled, the word nearly lost between our mouths. His words might have been noncommittal, but by the way his hands were moving over my body—cupping, stroking, squeezing—the way his mouth plundered mine—he was just as affected as I was.
I might have been
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