Presently Perfect (Perfect #3) by Alison G. Bailey Read Free Book Online Page A

said.
    She nodded in agreement.
    We both swung our legs over the benches and stood. As I rounded the table heading toward Tweet, I noticed her kicking at a few of the small rocks while her eyes shifted between looking at the ground and me. There was so much energy pulsing through me I could feel every muscle twitching as if they wanted to break free from my skin. My mouth was drying up while my hands were sweating so badly, they felt as if I had dunked them in water. I tried to clear my head and remember what coach told us to do when we felt nerves right before a big game.
    My shoulders rolled backward and forward while I tilted my head from side to side, stretching my neck. I shook out my arms and then each leg separately, trying to get rid of the tingling sensation that rode up and down each limb. My breaths were coming out in short quick spurts, causing me to feel a little lightheaded. Bending down, I rubbed my wet hands over my shorts a couple of times so I wouldn’t sweat all over Tweet, and inhaled several deep breaths.
    With my hands resting flat on my thighs, I looked up at her and announced. “Okay, here it comes.” I straightened.
    “I don’t think it’s a good idea to slap a warning label on it.”
    “I’m not going to say that tomorrow .”
    “Sorry. I thought that might have been one of your moves.” She smirked at me.
    I moved in closer to her, leaving very little space between us. Looking down into her eyes caused vibrations to explode throughout me and consume every part of my body. My heart was thumping so loudly that I knew she could hear it and probably even saw it slamming against my chest. Holding her gaze, I brought my hands up and cupped the sides of her face. As one thumb moved over her soft cheek I felt a shiver run through her body. Her reaction made me smile. Being this close to her, touching her, knowing what we were about to do was making my head spin and my legs weak. I needed to go in for the kiss before I passed out. But knowing this could be my only chance made me keep things slow.
    I studied every part of her gorgeous face. Her teal eyes looked up at me between each long dark lash, as if I were the only thing that existed on Earth. Her lips were parted slightly with light spurts of breath flowing over them. Her soft skin flushed a deeper pink with each second that passed. Raising my hand, the tips of my fingers lightly touched her jaw. My thumb gently moved toward her mouth, skimming across her lips a couple of times before gliding back to her cheek.
    Our chests were pumping faster. The sound of blood surging through my veins got louder. My world felt like it was underwater. Nothing existed except me and Tweet. I barely heard our song, “Everything”, fill the air as I lowered my lips to hers.
    During baseball camp this past summer I had heard some of the older guys talking about making out with their girlfriends. I sowanted to make out with Tweet.It took every ounce of strength I had not to go full throttle. I wanted to shove my tongue down her throat, grab her ass, and pull her against me.
    Jake Ryan. I had to channel my inner Jake Ryan.
    As I placed my lips on Tweet’s, her eyes closed and her head tilted back. I applied slow and steady pressure, nibbling along her bottom lip before sucking on it slightly. Her body swayed to one side, both her hands gripping my upper arms in an attempt to brace herself. I read this as a good sign, so I let the tip of my tongue slip out and touch her lips. Her mouth opened. Tongues met. My head and dick were on the verge of detonating. Our tongues spiraled faster and faster around each other’s, deepening the kiss. My fingers twitched. I wanted to touch her everywhere. The reaction my body was having was getting out of control. I had never felt anything this amazing in my life. I needed to step back before I threw her down onto the table and pounced on top of her.
    A slight moan from Tweet vibrated across my lips as I slowed down the kiss.