Page 55 of My Tiny Giant
“Maybe,” I said slowly.
“Not ‘maybe,’ Eleven.” He shook his head. “‘Maybe’ is not good enough for me. I can’t throw you over my shoulder right now and take you to bed where I would convince you to change your ‘maybe’ to a resounding ‘yes.’ I need your full agreement, now.”
“You want to kiss me?” I half-whispered. My genuine desire for his kiss warred with doubt and apprehension. I just didn’t know how it could be done.
“Yes or no, Emma,” he demanded, giving me nothing in between.
How was he not intimidated by the differences between us?
“It doesn’t scare you at all, Agan? How would you even kiss a ‘giant woman?’”
He propped his fists on his hips and widened his stance, as if accepting a challenge. His determination was admirable, and I envied his unshakable confidence.
“Emma, I can do more than kissing, trust me. Just say ‘yes,’ and I’ll make you scream for all the right reasons, for once.”
I bit my lip, taking him in—the entire six or seven inches of his height. It wasn’t much, but his confidence made up where he lacked in size.
It was so tempting to try. All I had to do was trust him.
“Okay, Agan.” Anticipation unfurled warm and tingly inside me. “Let’s try this.”
He grinned wide then pointed at the spot on the table in front of him, ordering me, “Get back here, my giant woman.”
I placed my hands on the table, one over the other, then put my chin on top of them. He was just a couple inches away from my face.
He gazed at me in silence for a moment, with a pensive expression.
“You have the most amazing eyes, Emma. They’re the exact same color as the sky. If I look straight into them like this, it almost feels like I’m flying.”
Heat pulsed through my veins. My heart raced and my breathing sped up. I shifted in my seat.
“Stay right where you are.” He reached out with his hand, stroking along my cheekbone. “Tell me if you don’t like something I’m about to do. Help me do it better. But, please, don’t stop me.”
“I won’t,” rang in my head, but I was afraid to make a sound. Words seemed unnecessary right now, even dangerous as they could potentially break this moment that felt so incredibly fragile.
This close, I sensed his tension behind the shield of confidence. Anticipation vibrated in the air between us. I wanted this to work so badly.
Sliding his gaze down from my eyes to my mouth, he sank to his knees in front of my face. I parted my lips, and he placed his forehead against the lower one, taking a minute.
My skin tingled at the contact. My breathing moved his hair. He slid his hands along my lip, caressing it. Leaning in, he then closed his mouth over it, without removing his hands.
I inhaled a shuddered breath, closing my eyes and losing myself to the sensation.
Agan was kissing me, using his lips, teeth and... hands. It was the most unusual kiss, the most tender one I’d ever had. And I wished it would never stop.
I wanted more.
No matter how much he gave me, though, it all would end when we’d inevitably part.
Agan had come out of nowhere when I wasn’t even looking for my “special someone.” We’d spent little time together, but he already meant something to me. How would I be able to say goodbye to him the next time? Because sooner or later, there would have to be another goodbye.
The thought was crushing. I gently pulled away from him, breaking the kiss.
He sat back on his haunches, looking up into my eyes. His hair was tousled now, his gaze heated.
“I need more, Emma,” he rasped. “A kiss would never be enough.”
“How much more, Agan?” I whispered. “A night? A week? There couldn’t be much more than that.”