Kissed by Ms. Carla Krae Page A

  “Thought you were your
mother.”
    He
shut the door.   “Sorry to disappoint.”
    “She’ll
be back any minute.”   Beth closed the cap
on the bottle, legs now sufficiently protected.   Her skin got sunburns from beach scenes on TV.
    He
came closer.   “Got plans?”
    “Yes.”
    “To do what?”
    “I
don’t know. Stuff. Why are you here?”   She backed into the dresser.   Dammit.   Felt like the antelope about to be
pounced on by the lion.  
    “Because you’re my favorite girl next to Mum, of course.”   He placed both hands on the dresser behind
her, pinning her in.
    “That’s,
um, nice, but—”
    His
lips cut off her sentence.   Another different kiss, this one coaxing her to play his game of
seduction, slowly making her blood boil.   One of us moaned.   “Need you,
Bethie.”
    Again with the lust.   “I’m not—”
    “Need
you in my life. I’ve never wanted to share.”
    She
ducked under his arm, needing air.   “You
don’t like sharing anything . Whine
and moan if I steal one fry.”
    He
stalked her again.   “That’s not what I
meant. Remember how you complained about me not bringing you along with my
friends? I wasn’t excluding you. I wanted our time all to myself. You’re the
only girl I ever trusted in my room.”
    Her
eyes widened at that news.   “You never
brought your dates back to the house?”
    “Sure,
to the den or the kitchen. Not in my room.”
    “Do…do
you share your room now?”
    He
grinned.   “Nope.”
    Whoa .   “You haven’t…in…”
    He
shook his head.   “Not at my place.”
    “But…you’ve…?”   Had sex.
    “Yeah. If it matters.”
    “Ah.”   Well, she’d expected that already,
so…well.   “I didn’t like being excluded.
Back then.”
    “I
know. I remember.”
    She
folded her arms over her chest.   “You
kept saying you were protecting my little-girl-self from the assumptions of you
old people.”
    He
rubbed the back of his neck.   “Not
exactly how I worded it…”
    “Point
is, you thought of me as a baby sister until I showed up yesterday.”   God, it was only yesterday .
    “I
did not.”
    “Did too.”  
    “Did not .
    “Did too .”
    “Spring
Break my senior year. You slept over when your parents were away. I woke up
holding you.”
    “ Nuh -unh. I left when you were
asleep.”
    “I
woke up before you did, love, and I
liked it. Liked having you there with your cute little snore sounds.”
    “I
do not snore!”
    He
grinned.   “Kinda do, yeah.”
    Her
hands went to her hips and she glared at him.   “Take that back.”
    “It’s
adorable, really. A soft breath followed by a tiny whistle.”
    She
smacked his arm.   “You’re so lying!”
    He
caught her hand and laughed.   “Cross my
heart and hope to die, Beth.”
    “Damn.”
    He
shook his head, still laughing at her.   “I tell you I liked holding you two
years ago and all you take from the story is that you snore? No wonder they
say women are crazy.”
    Her
cheeks flushed.   “Shut up.”
    “Do
you believe you’re special to me now?”
    She
let him pull her into his arms.   “Warming up to it.”
    “ Finally .”
    She
smacked his arm again.   “Shut up.”
    “So
abusive,” he teased.
    “You
drive me nuts. It’s not my fault.”
    “Look
at that pout…”   He kissed her, gently
sucking her lower lip into his mouth.
    Unh.   One of his hands slid under the back of her
tee to stroke her spine.   She leaned into
him and he fell back to sit on her bed.  
    We were that close to the bed?
    She
crawled on his lap so their faces would be even height again.   Any thing that maximized the kissing.
    He
laid back, her body following, and she felt the hard-on he was sporting.   One of his hands was tangled in her hair, the
other still caressing her back.   They
were getting pretty hot.   He’d just
unfastened her bra when someone knocked on her door.
    Beth
sat up so fast; she nearly fell backward off the bed.   His hands tightened