English Accent (The Accents #1)

Kind of a first

There are a few stages of a kiss.

The first one is panic. A complete and utter hijack of senses when you feel like you've been struck by lighting.

Then all sorts of thoughts come rushing through your head. What is going on? Why is he kissing me? Did I brush my teeth? Why's the sky blue?

And then comes the phase when all of those thoughts just fly out of your head and leave it empty. That's the one I'm currently in.

I've already gone through the three phases, and I still haven't done anything. I was just standing there, motionless and stiff as a stick while Dominic's mouth moved on mine gently, trying to get me to do... anything.

But I didn't.

Dominic's lips curled into a small smile against mine. His hands left my face and slid to my forearms. Wrapping his fingers around my wrists, he lifted them gently and placed them on either side of his face, all the time keeping his mouth on mine. Then his palms slid back down and gripped my hips, pressing me tighter against him.

And then his lips started moving again. Only this time I didn't hesitate.

Tilting my head, I kissed him back, throwing all my confusion into that one kiss. He groaned softly as he deepened the kiss with a thrust of his tongue. I stepped onto the tips of my toes and moved my hands down his face only to wrap them around his neck. His hands moved from my hips to the small of my back and he pulled me up. My feet ended up on his boots and we were front to front, so close I had to bend my arms.

I tangled my fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and his fingers dug into the skin of my back. It was wonderful, how everything I did brought an answering reaction in him. It was like speaking without words, communicating with just out hands, lips and bodies. I wasn't sure what I wanted to tell him and I wasn't sure I understood what he wanted to tell me, either, but I was too busy right now to care. I would think later. Much later.

Right now, I could only act like I knew what I was doing and hoping he wouldn't notice I was a complete moron when it came to this.

I almost groaned when Dominic broke the kiss and lifted his head a little. It took me a moment to cool down, and when I opened my eyes, he was already watching me, a small smile playing along his lips.

"My, my." He said, voice gruff. "I am beginning to think that it's not so much of a punishment for you, after all."

My breath was still coming out in soft pants and I had to wait a moment before I could speak.

"Don't flatter yourself, Sambler." I replied, trying to sound smug. "I was doing it just so you wouldn't take me to the damn carousel."

One side of his lips tipped higher as he lowered his head once more and planted another soft kiss on my lips.

Before it could turn into something more, he leaned back again, visibly enjoying my internal struggle.

"This cute flush on your cheeks tells a different story."

See? No ability to hide emotions at all.

"Call it cute one more time and you'll going to regret how close you're standing to me."

His eyes twinkled at my comment and the smirk was back in place. Without any warning, he rested his forehead against mine.

"You know, you're the first girl who's ever threatened me after I'd kissed her. - he sounded very proud of himself saying it. Why? I had no idea."

"Then I guess that was a kind of a first for both of us."

Oops. Almost as soon as the words left my traitorous mouth, I wanted to take them back. I didn't mean to say it. Not at all.