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mind that I kissed you.” God, I’m babbling. I stop the words. Take a deep breath.
    â€œI’m sorry.” I bite my top lip to stop any other words escaping.
    Jason leans down and draws my bottom lip between his. His tongue slides across the swollen, sensitive skin. Who knew my lip was connected to my body in such a way that electrical pulses pound all the way down to my toenails.
    On the world’s kissing meter it would barely rate but for me it’s mind boggling. A small connection made with him and my entire body is focussed solely on this bottom lip linkage.
    I grab his shoulders. My fingers sink into those muscles and I hold on tight because my legs are no longer working. I’m concentrating on the delicious feel of his tongue, the taste of his breath, the touch of his mouth on my lip. His shoulder muscles flex beneath my fingers. Silken skin over corrugated iron. More arousing than my imaginings. My fingertips play amongst the power.
    And then it’s over.
    His face is millimetres from mine but his mouth no longer touches me. I breathe like I’m in heart failure, short gaspy things that do nothing to steady my pounding head. He stares at me with a small grin on his lips. I slide my tongue across my lip, just to make sure I can taste him, to ensure that it really happened again. He really kissed me.
    â€œThat’s what I like about you, Chicken Shit.”
    â€œWhat?” He likes me? There’s something he likes about the girl more often struck dumb than capable of speech, who stands immobile when she’s meant to kiss and who babbles when she’s nervous? “You must be totally crazy.”
    He graces me with a cock-eyed grin. Then tweaks the tip of my nose. “I believe in you. Some day you’re going to learn to believe in yourself.”
    â€œYou think?”
    â€œI’m going to make sure of it.”
    I’m grinning inside but not sure I believe him. I press a quick soft kiss across his mouth before murmuring, “Good luck with that. I don’t like your chances.”
    He shakes his head in a slow, disbelieving motion. “How about you try that again. Properly this time.” His finger taps against his lips, mesmerising me.
    The breath I draw is filled with stampeding butterflies. He’s asking me to kiss him again? My body quivers before air whooshes out of me. I lean forwards fractionally. I suck in fresh evening air and courage before I try the kiss again. I press my lips over his, softly. His lips are warm and deliciously pliable. I press closer, my feet moving between his. Leaning against his chest while I balance on my toes, the devil takes hold of me. I slide my tongue between my lips and run it across his lower lip. His hands on my hips move to cup my bottom. He doesn’t pull me tight against him and I’m glad—his chest and hands are distracting enough without me being pulled against his whole body. As much as I’d like to know if I arouse him, I’m scared that I don’t. I push that fear away and give my concentration back to his lips, to our kiss.
    My tongue flicks against the corner of his mouth, tasting more as his mouth opens. It’s heady. The taste of him, overwhelming. Bravely, I send my tongue into his mouth where it meets his. The hot wetness does my head in. His sharp intake of air draws the breath from my mouth. It’s all too powerful and I leap away from him like I’ve been seared. Sweet mercy . I’ve never tasted anything as good.
    â€œSometimes you’re not so chicken shit, are you?” He draws me against him now, his hands tightening around my hips. I wrap my arms around his waist and we’re against one another, hugged together. I wriggle a little bit closer and his cock, hard against my groin, astounds me. I aroused him? Wooohooo! Thank goodness it’s not just me in this crazy state. I snuggle a little closer, wondering how it might feel to kiss him with my