“I don’t need to learn any moves.”
“So, you want Nick Campbell to kiss you, then?” His arms slid around my waist.
“What are you doing?” My eyes widened as he pulled me into his chest so that my body was pressed against his.
“This.”
And he kissed me. He planted his lips firmly against mine and kissed me lightly as his fingers stroked my back. I kissed him back, reaching up to his head and putting my hands into his hair. He pulled me closer to him, and I could feel a bulge in his pants next to my belly. Oh my! He definitely felt like he was well-endowed. A part me of me wanted to reach my hands down his pants and see just how well, but I didn’t need him jumping in shock and possibly telling Nolan.
He started sucking on my lower lip and I closed my eyes and melted into him so that I could enjoy the feel of him on me. He tasted sweet, and I wondered if he’d been sucking on a peppermint before he’d gotten out of his car. Just as I was really starting to get into the kiss, he pulled away from me and tilted his head to the side and gave me a cocky grin.
“Not bad.” He smiled at me. “I give you a five out of ten.”
“Sorry, what?” My jaw dropped at his self-assured grin.
“I said I give you a five out of ten for the kiss.” He licked his lips. “You tasted a bit too much like curry. That’s not a taste I love, so I docked a point for that. Also, you started off a bit too timidly, and you didn’t give me any tongue, so obviously I took points off for that as well.”
“You’re rating my kiss?” I stared at him in disbelief. “And you’re only giving me a five.”
“I mean, you want to run the kissing booth, right?” He stared at me for a few seconds. “I’m just letting you know that as of right now, your kisses are average. If you’re trying to get a Max Fernandes or a Nick Campbell, you’re going to have to do a lot better than that.”
“You’re an arrogant pig, you know that, right?” I glared at him. How had he cheapened our first kiss like that? I thought it had meant something, but obviously not. He was just a big jerk.
“Is that what you think of us cops?” He raised an eyebrow at me and my heart skipped a beat as he stared into my eyes. “That we’re all pigs.”
“I never said anything about cops. I was talking about you.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah, and if I was rating you, I’d give you a three out of ten. Your lips tasted like you just came out of a tasting at the Colgate factory and your hands on my waist felt like a little boy trying to hold on to his mommy. Oh, and your hard-on felt like a pencil that wished it could, but somehow never became a marker.”
“My hard-on, eh?” His eyes twinkled as he gazed at me. “You think my cock felt like a pencil?” His eyes narrowed, and he gazed down at my lips with a small smirk. “Really?”
“Really.” I raised my face at him. “No wonder you can’t keep a girlfriend.”
“You think the reason I don’t have a girlfriend has to do with the fact that I have a skinny penis?” He threw his head back and laughed. “Oh, how little you know, Betsy.” He grabbed my waist and pulled me into him again, so that I could feel his huge bulge against my belly, feeling way bigger than a pencil and marker combined. “You could only wish to be with a man as skinny as me.”
I swallowed hard as I felt him against me. My mouth felt dry and my mood was bitter as I surveyed Jeff's face. I’d always known that Jules hadn’t been a fan of his, but I’d never really understood why. Now I was starting to.
“You’re so rude,” I said finally, more adequate words to insult him failing to come to mind.
“I’m just teasing you, Bets. I think you deserve a six for sure. You’re definitely better than average. Maybe you should put off doing the kissing booth this year though, until you learn a better technique.”
“If anyone is going to give it up and walk away, it should be you.” I pointed at him and then because I couldn’t stop myself, I poked him in his hard, muscular chest. He caught my hand and grinned.
“Nah, I don’t think I need to walk away.”
“I don’t think I need to walk away, either.”
“You really want to kiss Nick so badly, huh?” His eyes narrowed as he stared at my face. and I wasn’t really sure what he was thinking. His teasing manner had changed to one of scrutiny. “I guess now that Jules caught her man, you’re setting your trap as well.”
“My trap?”
“Yeah, like a Venus flytrap, you’re trying to use your feminine wiles to get your man. He hasn’t even moved back to town, and already you’re after him. I guess poor Max is going to be left in the dust.”
“I was never interested in Max Fernandes,” I said and pushed myself away from him. “So get your facts straight.”
“Uh-huh.” He blinked at me and then drew in a deep breath. I watched as he ran his hands through his hair again and then he just shook his head. “If you weren’t Nolan’s sister, I’d have to teach you a few lessons myself.”
“What lessons?”
“Aww, wouldn’t you like to know?” He winked at me. “Let’s just say a little spanking never hurt anyone.” He bit down on his lower lip and stared into my eyes. “You don’t want to be a naughty girl, Betsy.”
I stared at him, my eyes wide and reached my hand up to play with my
