Page 33 of My Best Years
“She just wanted a boyfriend,” he replies. “I don’t think she really wantedme.”
I lift a hand to his face and trail my fingers along his jaw before threading them through his thick hair. I lower his forehead to mine and speak against his lips, so close that our mouths brush with each word.
“Well, I want you, Callum Pierce,” I whisper. “I want all of you. Everything that you’ll give me.”
His breath hitches before he pushes out his bottom lip farenough to sweep against mine faintly. A warm feeling settles low in my belly.
“I have one more question to ask you,” he says hazily, nuzzling his nose against mine.
“Yes?” I hum, loving the way his curls feel between my fingers.
“Can I kiss you, Birdie Wren?”
Millions of little fireworks erupt in my stomach.
Instead of using my words, I lift up on my knees and crush my lips to his.
I can’t hide the whimper that slips past my throat as our mouths connect. Our very first kiss.
I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve dreamt about this very moment...
And it’s finally happening.
It’s so beyond what I could have ever imagined.
His mouth is pliant and warm against mine, the most perfect feeling in the world.
Callum kisses my top lip, then the bottom, before wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into his lap. Without breaking our kiss, I curl my free arm around his shoulder, tugging him impossibly closer until we’re chest to chest. Our hearts beat in tandem, dancing to the same beat.
God, it feels so good to be connected to him like this. To feel his firm chest rising and falling against mine. To feel his muscular arms holding me tightly, like I might disappear into thin air if he were to let go.
We’re both clinging to each other, hoping this is reality and not a fever dream.
Callum Pierce is kissing me.
My best friend—the first boy who ever made my heart skip a beat—is kissing me. He’s holding me in his arms and kissing me like they do in the movies.
“God, Birdie,” he mumbles against my mouth. “I could never get tired of this.”
Before I have a chance to breathe, he dips his head again and surprises me by parting my lips with his tongue. Every nerve in my body tingles with awareness as he licks inside my mouth.
As if we’ve done this a thousand times, my tongue brushes against his like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I angle my head, giving him deeper access as we take our time exploring with our lips, teeth, and tongues. We grow more comfortable by the second, switching between nibbling and sucking on each other’s lips.
I can’t help but tangle my fingers in his hair when he drags his mouth down to my neck and suctions his lips around my fluttering pulse point. He maps hungry, opened-mouthed kisses along my neck and collarbone that have me pulling at his thick curls. He makes a deep, gravelly noise when I tug on his hair, urging me to keep doing it.
When I whimper, he groans. Our needy sounds make me feel things I’ve never felt before. My lower belly swirls with heat, and my breasts feel heavy against his chest.
Obviously, this kiss is overdue because we can’t stop. We’re letting out feelings that we’ve kept pent up for years.
We kiss until our lips are sore and swollen. It feels like we’ve been sitting on the beach for hours, rotating between soft, intimate kisses and full-blown making out. It’s like we can’t pause; both of us mesmerized and addicted to this new feeling.
When we finally break apart for air, the dark sky is lit by a full moon. Callum presses a featherlight kiss to my lower lip before cupping my face between his palms.
“Birdie,” he pants, shaking his head. “I don’t think I can ever stop kissing you.”
Moonlight glistens against his wet, puffy lips. Lips that I’m already dying to kiss again.
I love seeing this side of him. He’s so sexy like this.