Ditched Cheating Alpha, I Led My Daughter to Life's Peak novel Chapter 180

He shakes his head.

"Why not?" I ask.

"As great as it sounds to hear you asking for it..." he starts.

I shove his shoulder, lightly.

He smirks. "I just don't think it's too much to ask for you to initiate things sometimes... But hey, that's just me..." He kisses my neck and it sends a shiver down my spine. I blame it on the night air until he does it again a little higher. Closer and closer to my lips before he hovers over them. "Just show me how you feel about me," he whispers against my lips. "That's all I'm asking for."

I'm embarrassed. Not because he's embarrassing, but because I'm embarrassed with myself. I don't know what to do! I've got this guy who any straight girl would drool over. He's literally right underneath my fingertips-a jock, a werewolf, a guy straight out of a movie. I'm his imprint and I'm just fumbling like a fool, blushing like a schoolgirl or boy who's never kissed anyone before.

This is ridiculous. I hold his face between my hands with every intention of smashing my lips against his and being done with it. There. Case closed. Mission accomplished. I do the first part-a little less violently of course. I press my lips against his and prepare myself to pull away just as quickly before we're caught.

I never pull away.

I don't move either. At least I don't plan to, but somewhere in the midst of my half assed kiss his lips soften. Molding against mine, touching them, teasing them.

Whoa. I nearly flinch back. I'll tell you what. Whoa. I wasn't prepared for the feeling of... Carson. Carson's fingers running through my hair. Carson's lips against mine, then trailing down my neck, then rushing back up to my lips. It's like he's trying to remember it all at once, all of me at once, and I'm doing the same with him. I don't even remember when I started, but my fingers are running through his hair, running down the expanse of his neck then over his shoulders, his shoulders which are towering over me.

This is just a kiss right? So I thought I'd be able to just focus on his lips parting against mine, but my mind is all over the place because he's all over the place-in a good way. When his fingers brush against the my bare skin, slipping under my hoodie, I hold onto him for dear life. The cold air doesn't feel cold with his skin on mine, and I think I like it too much.

A knock on the door interrupts us. Carson growls before I can cover his mouth. I look at him like he's crazy, and the burning gold simmers down to an amber instantly as he shakes his head, regaining his senses.

"Yes?" I call out to whoever's on the other side of the door.

The door cracks open. Thankfully Carson and I are away from each other by then. It's my Dad. He stands arms crossed, eyes narrowed at the two of us. "How long does it take to say goodbye, Mia?"

Longer than this if you hadn't interrupted. "It's the weekend," I say quietly, trying not to show that I'm catching my breath. "I'm not gonna see him for like two days."

"Somehow, I find that hard to believe." He glares at Carson before gesturing for me to come back inside.