Shut Up and Kiss Me by Madeline Sheehan, Claire C Riley

ice cream?”
    He stared down at her, taking in her features, focusing on her lips, watching them part as her breathing increased.
    “ Before ice cream…” He paused before continuing. “…and before we ended up in bed again,” he answered honestly.
    Her throat convulsed as she swallowed, her tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip, and how he wanted to be that lip right now—to feel her tongue gliding across him. His body tensed, his nostrils flared; he wanted to kiss her. He was going to kiss her. There was no doubt about it.
    “ I feel the same way,” she whispered, her gaze leaving his. “This is incredibly fast for me. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never had a one-night stand or slept with a man I hardly knew. And it’s been so long since…since I’ve been with anyone, I’m not even sure how to go about dating.”
    “ Mila,” he started.
    “ And honestly,” she continued, “now that you’re here, I really don’t care. I want you to kiss me. I mean, only if you want to kiss me…” She trailed off, still refusing to look at him.
    He gripped her hips more firmly, an attempt to jolt her into looking at him.
    Her eyes lifted, meeting his, and he moved in. “But I really want you to kiss me, Will.”
    His breathing hitched; hearing his name on that delectable mouth was all-consuming. He placed hands on either side of the counter, trapping her within the confines of his arms.
    “ Maybe we should just have coffee,” she said suddenly, her breathing coming fast. “I mean, if that’s what you want. We could watch a movie, or talk more, or—”
    “ Mila.”
    She blinked, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth again. “Hmm?”
    “ Shut up,” he whispered, lowering his mouth to hers, “and kiss me.”
     

Chapter Eight
     
    The kiss was breathtaking. So perfect, so mouth-wateringly perfect that it made my toes curl and my heart hammer wildly in my chest. Will pressed his body against mine, forcing my back against the countertop, his hard length jutting against me. But I didn’t mind—I didn’t care; he took my breath away with that kiss and the very apparent desire he had for me. Wrapping my arms around his middle, I held him tight against me, kissing him back, relishing the taste of him, the feel of his lips on mine, the heady scent of his cologne washing over me.
    His hands moved under the slinky material of my camisole and brushed along the skin on my back, his fingers tracing seductive lines and making me tremble for more. He kissed me harder, his hands gripping my waist as he lifted me up and onto the countertop, knocking me straight into our coffee mugs.
    As the cups fell, clattering to the ground, Will spread my legs apart and pushed himself between my thighs, his erection pressing impressively against me. I gasped against his mouth, lust rolling through me in a tidal wave. Arching my back, pressing my breast into his waiting hand, wanting to feel more of him, I moaned as he palmed me through my bra, my moan turning quickly into a groan as he suddenly broke away from me.
    “ Mila,” he started to say.
    “ Hmm?” I hummed.
    “ I’ve got a knife,” Nikki yelled as she stormed down the hallway and barged into the kitchen. “Don’t think I won’t use it.”
    Will pulled away abruptly and my eyes shot open. Nikki was standing in the hall, smirking as she took in the scene before her: me, sitting atop the counter with my arms and legs wrapped around Will, coffee mugs lying on the floor and sugar scattered across the countertop. Blushing, I pressed my face into Will’s chest.
    “ Not trying to steal anything are you, Will?” Nikki asked, laughing harder.
    “ It depends on what you feel is stealing.” Pulling away, Will grinned down at me and winked.
    “ Taking something that isn’t yours,” Nikki prompted.
    “ Then no, I wouldn’t classify this as stealing—would you, Mila?” he said, his attention solely on me.
    I shook my head, still not able to look at Nikki,