“This is from early in the book, Sam and Grady’s first kiss. And as you can guess, things do not get easier from here:”~JJ Montgomery
“Can I trust you, Sam?”
I stared him right in the eyes. “You can trust me.”
I did it without thinking.
I pushed up onto my toes, and smacked my lips against his. Just a friendly kiss to seal the deal. A quick touch of my mouth, my hands pressing against the solid wall of his chest. It was impulsive, crazy. But my eyes fluttered closed anyway and I stood pressed against him, mesmerized by the feel of his big body against mine. His hands hung limp at his sides, but he leaned into me. Our breath mingled. My heart tapped a rhythm in my chest.
Oh my God, what was I doing?
I pulled away, my cheeks burning, and snatched my hands back. A long moment stretched between us. I waited for him to laugh, to make a joke, to dismiss me.
Instead, he swooped down, his big hands cupping my jaw, taking possession of me, his mouth greedy, demanding. He tasted so good, like something sweet and warm.
My stomach bottomed out and I matched his need by pressing against him, a thrill shooting through me at the friction.
He gobbled me up in pieces, biting at my lip, scraping me with his teeth, and then plunging his tongue to meet my own.
He was raw, unguarded, and I wanted him so much I forgot everything that stood between us. The kiss was fast and hungry; he’d responded to my harmless peck like a man starved. He pulled back just as abruptly.
I swayed into him, catching myself on his chest. I was breathing hard, afraid to look up.
He tilted my head back, and his eyes were softer than I’d ever seen them. He kissed me again—just a gentle brush of his mouth against mine. “I believe you, Sam.”