All Access (The Fangirl Series Book 1) by Liberty Kontranowski Page B

they simply “no longer fit”). I really don’t love the idea of being a thirty-something woman caught in a high school jealousy-type situation, but I also would beat down any girl who stood in my way of being with Niles. And if Robbyn even tries to do that, how am I supposed to ignore her?
    “Kallie? I know what you’re thinking. I can tell by the look on your face.” I squint my eyes. “She’s harmless. And we’re through. I swear.”
    I honestly feel like I’ve been transported back to the ninth grade. I’ve never even been face-to-face with the girl, but the thought of her history with Niles drives me mad. “It’s fine,” I lie. “I won’t let her get to me.”
    Unless she tries to get to you.
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER SIXTEEN
    Let’s Get It On
    “Water: love it or scared of it?” Niles sets down his beer, takes my hand, and walks me toward the edge of the bank. I guess he’s hoping I love it. Which, thankfully, I do, or this would get really awkward, really fast.
    “Love it, for sure. I’m a Cancer, born under a water sign. You’re a Pisces, so you’re a water, too.”
    “I am?” Niles looks at me, fascinated. I never know if my obsession with astrology will freak people out or intrigue them. It’s usually a mixture of both.
    “Yep. Which is not terribly surprising, since many creatives are waters.” Niles’s eyes narrow and he shoots me a look that says, Go on .
    “It’s said that writers, actors, musicians . . . people like us . . . we help make sense of the human experience via our art.” Niles blinks a big blink, then moves so he’s standing behind me. He brings his arms around front and pulls me in tight. I flash back to the first night we met, when he did this very same thing. I decide this is one of my favorite ways to be around him. I feel so close.
    “It makes sense, right?” I continue. “You tell stories through lyrics. I tell stories through, well, stories. It’s really us trying to capture what most of mankind is feeling, but we get the added bonus of putting our own personal stamps on those stories—telling them through our viewpoint or our warped way of thinking, or whatever.”
    Niles shifts. “That’s exactly what it is. So few people understand that.” His voice turns to a whisper, his lips right outside my ear. “But you do. You understand.” His right hand moves my hair, while his left arm pulls me even tighter against him. His breath is on my neck, then his lips land on my shoulder, soft and warm. He works his way up my neck, kissing me softly, his hand moving up and down my arm.
    Just when I think my legs will give out and I’ll plummet straight into the water, Niles pulls me onto the blanket and positions himself over me, half leaning on the blanket, half atop me. He smooths the hair away from my face and looks into my eyes.
    “You are so beautiful,” he says. “Not just your face and your body, but your soul, too.” He leans in and kisses me lightly on the mouth. “Out of all the people I’ve met in this crazy life of mine, I dare say you know me best. Already.” He leans in again and this time his lips are much stronger. Our mouths move in sync and any sweet, gentle kisses are left behind in favor of powerful, passionate ones. Before long, I feel his tongue on mine and my head and heart nearly explode. We kiss for what seems like forever, and by the time we’re finally through, Niles is completely on top of me, the weight of his hips pressing against mine.
    “As you can see,” he says, rolling off me and onto his back, “I’m ready for a whole lot more.” He takes my hand and puts it there , and yep, he is indeed ready for show time (which I already knew because it was pretty evident while he was on me). “But . . .”
    I already know where this is going. “Not yet.”
    “Do you agree?” He looks at me with sincerity, but honestly, I don’t know if I agree. Are we still at “not yet” because we’re in a park and this is not the