On Santa's Lap *Published*

Chapter Fourteen

Fourteen times.

I had been kissed fourteen times in my life, and I had never been kissed like this.

One of them was in primary school when "Grabby" Gabriel decided to mash his PVC glue covered lips against mine, which ended up with him getting a broken nose and I got sent home early with a warning. It was his fault. And it was absolutely disgusting. 

Two of them were in High School. Both also resulted in me getting sent home. One for punching the rugby captain and the other for pushing him onto the teacher walking past. Completely not my fault.

The third was in a club, for new years, grab the closest person and kiss for a minute, it wasn't the best kiss since I threw up from too much alcohol ten seconds before the minute was up. I don't think he gave me his number now that I think about it. 

The remainder eleven kisses fell into one of the three boyfriends I had in my life. And they weren't exceptionally good either, or maybe I just had high expectations. Or maybe I just didn't care.

But now, there was a new record being set.

This kiss was raw, animalistic, as one hand was behind my neck, tilting my head up with the thumbs resting at the base of my throat.

The other hand was currently tangled in my hair and I just hoped he didn't yank any hair out if he moved again. 

But what confused me the most, was why my hands were tangled in his hair and why the hell his hair was softer than mine? And also that I was losing oxygen faster than a man scuba diving and his air tank got punctured.

Not a good feeling.

But the rest of my body didn't seem to need that vital combination of argon, nitrogen and oxygen, found in our air, as it clung to his body. It didn't help that he felt warm, like a blanket you just wanted to get wrapped up in. 

And somewhere my brain registered that I was kissing him back, but did I want to? Maybe. Should I be kissing him whilst any innocent child could walk across the famous yarra spot, even if it was midnight and it was past their bedtime. 

Probably not.

If it wasn't for the sound of a car alarm making him jump and release my mouth, I was pretty sure I was about to pass out from the lack of air in my lungs. He wasn't the only one to look dazed and confused.

I think my brain just stopped working.

His eyes lost its cat like glow, instead they were dark and without any light I could barely make them out as his face rested too close to mine.

How the hell was his breathe so minty?

I was pretty sure mine tasted of ice-cream and cocktails, or even worse.

As his face came closer, again, I untangled my fingers quickly putting them against his mouth to stop him.

"Car," I whispered trying to catch my breathe, in the midst of however long this was taking on, the stupid car woudln't stop making a noise, and I was only good for single syllables apparently. 

"So?" his lips were warm against my fingers. 

I blinked, a few times to make sure the sentence in my brain, would come out the way I wanted it, "We're the only ones here,"

"Exactly, so if you kindly remove your fingers, I can get back to business," he remarked nipping gently with his teeth on my finger making my index finger recoil.

"No, you idiot, that's your car that's going off,"

That got his attention as he looked up swearing and jumped to his feet, "Hey, that's a seventy two K car you jerk,"