The One That Got Away

by Nicky James

The kiss lasted less than a minute before I registered the vibrations running through his whole body, and I pulled back. “Whoa. You’re shaking pretty bad there. Are you okay?” “Yes. I just…” He ducked his chin, trying to hide his face. I cupped his cheek and kept him in place. “Don’t freak out. If you need to stop, we stop. No ifs, ands, or buts. You got that?” “You must think I’m pretty pathetic, freaking out over a kiss.” “I don’t think that at all, but I will kick your ass if you don’t stop badmouthing yourself.”

caught his mouth, kissed him, drew him closer with a hand wrapped around his nape. When he parted his lips, I swished my tongue into his mouth, seeking his and taking our connection in a vastly different direction than before. If Charlie couldn’t kiss dirty, there was no way we could go further. He surprised me.