Chapter 11 Want to finish up our dare?
- My lips parted but no words escaped from them. To my surprise and in my drowsy mind, it was what I wanted. I wanted Jason to kiss me. I wanted to know what he tasted like, what his lips felt like, his hands on me. It was a newfound lust for Jason-he was smoking hot after all, and his sudden good nature only enhanced it-fueled on by alcohol.
- I guess Jason took my parted lips for a go-ahead, because next thing I knew, he'd put his hands on my waist and pulled me forward, so our bodies were touching. Without hesitation, he covered up the distance between us, his lips pressing against mine, working up a jittery but sweet feeling in my belly. Absently, mind almost completely numb, my hands found their way up to his face, resting on his cheeks.
- It was never a slow kiss. It'd started off heated and was progressing into something more, our hands now roaming each other's bodies. All of a sudden, Jason grabbed my ass and, pushing the paper cup on the counter aside, lifted me onto the counter.