Going Under Teaser #2
Claire Deveraux’s POV
He leans away so he can see my face. “I haven’t heard this song in a long time. What’s the name of it?”
“‘Kiss Me.’” I know it like the back of my hand. I’ve listened to it a million times.
“I thought you’d never ask.” He releases my hand and waist and places both palms on my face. He pulls me closer for our first kiss but doesn’t start at my lips. He teases me first, trailing his lips along my neck below my ear. My whole body tingles. I breathe deeply, lightheaded as he moves lower on my neck and then around to the other side.
When he finishes torturing me, he moves his mouth across my jaw toward my lips. Even his breathing has deepened.
But it’s my turn to torment him.
I tease him, pulling my mouth just out of reach each time he advances. He groans after several attempts and suddenly tugs me so close I can’t escape. And I don’t want to.
His mouth claims mine, and I allow him. He tastes minty, not a trace of smoke, and I’m surprised.
I smile against his lips when he stops. “You tricked me. You said you wouldn’t kiss me until I asked you to.”
“‘Kiss me.’ Those were your words. I was only doing what you told me since I know a princess can throw a fit when she doesn’t get her way.”
We’re still standing in the middle of the field so I walk backward, pulling him with me until we’re at his truck, my back pressed against the door. “Now I’m telling you to do it again.”
He kisses my forehead and each of my cheeks before finally getting to my mouth. He deepens our kiss and takes my breath away. My head spins as I wrap my arms around his shoulders and squeeze tightly. I yank his body hard against mine, crushing my breasts against his chest. I lift my chin, giving him full access to my neck.
The way he makes me feel is insane, like I would let him do anything he wants to me in this moment. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life.
“Claire, I need a minute.”
He steps away and runs his hands through his hair. He takes a deep breath and then blows it out slowly.
“Are you okay?”
He’s standing several feet away with his fingers laced over the top of his head, looking up at the night sky. “Yeah, but you may not be if we don’t stop now.”
His words spark an excitement in me because I understand his meaning. He wants
me. Bad. And I realize I don’t want to be okay if it means he’s going to stop here.
Shallow Teaser #2
Nick Hawke’s POV
I push aside a lock of hair in her face. I’m thinking she can’t be more beautiful but then she smiles and proves me wrong.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” I blurt it without thinking.
Where did that come from? I’ve never told any girl anything like that before––not even to get what I wanted from her.
She doesn’t say a word as she returns my stare.
This is a night of firsts for me. I’ve told a girl she’s beautiful––and meant it. Now, I’m about to ask her out on a date––a real one––because I like her and she’s interesting, not so I can get her into my back seat.
“I would really like to take you out.” She doesn’t reply. “I know Jesse’s told you to be leery of me but I promise I’ll be on my best behavior. I’ll be a … saint.” That brings a grin to her face. “You can choose where we go and what we do. Dinner? Movie? You name it. We’ll do whatever you want.”
Pleading for a date isn’t something I’ve ever done. I’m standing before this girl waiting for an answer with the highest of hopes.
Our slow song ends and “Scream” by Usher comes on. But I don’t let her go. We stand in the middle of the dance floor and I wait for her agreement.
“No.” That’s all she gives me before pushing away and leaving me staring after her.