Page 63 of Perfect Enough
My hand laced into her hair, pulling her head back and tilting it slightly so I could deepen the kiss. She moaned, and I nearly felt my legs buckle.
Then her hands were around my neck, fingers pushing into my hair, clutching as she kissed me back with just as much passion as I gave her.
When I finally needed to breathe, I ripped my mouth from hers. We both stood there, dragging in much-needed air. Sophia’s hands slowly moved down my body. First to my shoulders, then my chest, until they finally dropped to her sides.
“Wow,” she said, her fingers touching her mouth. “I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like that.”
I tilted my head in question, and she laughed.
“That was one hell of a kiss, Josh.”
“Back at you, Soph.”
We stared at one another for a few moments before we both grinned.
“I think it’s safe to say you won’t have to lie to your mother anymore.”
Her cheeks turned the sweetest shade of pink. “Does this mean…we’re officially dating?”
I barked a laugh. “I sure as hell hope so after a kiss like that.”
She smiled. “It was pretty dang good, wasn’t it?”
“It was more than good.” Reaching for her hand, I laced my fingers with hers. “And what a great spot for our first kiss.”
Her eyes moved past me as they scanned the area. “It was truly theperfectspot.”
When her gaze met mine, I asked, “Are you hungry? Should we have the snacks you brought?”
She frowned, then said, “You know what? I’m starved!”
“Let’s return the horses, then head into town for lunch.”
Nodding, she moved closer, her hand still intertwined with mine. “Josh?”
“Sophia?”
She giggled and dropped her forehead to my chest.
I drew back and dipped my head to look at her. “Tell me.”
“It’s going to sound so stupid.”
“Nothing you say could ever be stupid.”
Her eyes lifted, as did her brows.
“Okay, but I highly doubt anything you sayright nowwill be stupid.”
Searching my face, she finally settled her gaze on mine, her expression sobering. “This feels different.”
“What feels different?” I asked.
Motioning between us, she said, “This, between us. That kiss, for example. It felt like…more.”
My brows rose as I asked, “More?”
“I don’t know. It felt special in a way I’ve never experienced before. Like…like I’ve been waiting my whole life for that kiss. Thatparticularkiss.”