those broad, delectable shoulders with all of those yummy muscles got through her consciousness. Oh yeah!
Oh no! No, no, no! She would not think about him in that way! He’d apologized!
Sure, he was sending out strange messages now. But she’d misinterpreted his messages before. She was most likely doing it again.
Just stop thinking about him kissing you, she told herself firmly. Don’t even look at his lips.
“A date might mean…” she shrugged, her eyes moving from his shoulders to his mouth again. Was he moving closer to her? Or was she moving closer to him. Tyla took a step backwards, just in case. She cleared her throat and started again. “A date might mean that you’ll apologize again. We might do something stupid and wrong.”
“What would be stupid and wrong?” he asked, eliminating the space between them.
She swallowed past the lump in her throat and laid a hand over her stomach, trying to slow the butterflies down. “Kissing.”
His eyebrows shot up with that word. “Kissing would be stupid and wrong?”
She nodded her head and moved back again. Her shoulders felt the metal of the lockers and she knew she was trapped. What was a woman supposed to do when she wanted so badly to be kissed, but kissing would be wrong?
“Yes. Because you didn’t like it yesterday. I didn’t do something right or I said something wrong.”
Saeger was stunned and furious with himself for letting her think that. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Tyla.”
Huh? “Oh.” Her mind tried to figure things out, but nothing was coming to mind. “Did you?”
He laughed even as he dropped her backpack onto the floor. “Yes. I did something wrong.”
Okay! Now they were getting somewhere. “Are you going to tell me what you did wrong?”
He shook his head. “But I’m about to do it again,” he told her.
Normally, Tyla would have a snappy, sarcastic comeback right on the tip of her tongue with a comment like that. But Saeger didn’t give her a chance. His mouth covered hers and she was lost.
His kiss was softer this time, gentler. It was like he was making love to her mouth and she was so lost, so desperate for more. Moving closer to him, her hands reached up and grabbed onto those amazing shoulders again. She would love a stepladder because he was so tall, but instead, she reached up and grabbed his head, pulling him down to her level.
And then the kiss deepened. She moaned as his tongue invaded her mouth and she wanted more. So much more.
Over and over again, he slanted his mouth against hers, kissing her as if he had all the time in the world. But he didn’t! She didn’t! She wanted him now! She wanted more.
His hand came up, his palm curving against her cheek and jaw even as his other hand moved around her waist, bringing her closer. She loved this! It was incredible to feel him, so strong and hard against her softer body. But he was going too slowly. Her hand slid from his shoulders down across his chest, feeling all of the incredible muscles. She felt his hard, male nipple under the soft fabric of his sweater and she rubbed, fascinated by this new discovery.
And that was the end of his gentleness. Gone was the tender, leisurely kiss and he was finally kissing her like she wanted to be kissed. With everything! Voraciously! Once again, she was backed up against the lockers, her shoulders pressing against the metal while his hands wrapped around her waist, then lower, cupping her bottom. A moment later, she heard him groan and she was lifted up, his legs between hers and his hard body pressing against her heat.
“Yes!” she gasped, feeling her hips press against that hardness, needing something, some relief but not exactly sure how to get it.
And then it was gone! He was setting her back down on the floor, both of them panting, trying to get their breath back. He wasn’t