Not even kissing Liam had invoked this kind of reaction inside of her, and Liam had been a really great kisser. Ava was sincerely surprised that something like a kiss could turn a person on so much. Her toes were curled against the bottom of her sandals, and her fingers were pressing lightly into the nape of his neck. She had completely forgotten about her parents being upstairs, and if they had opened the door and were standing at the landing staring at them, she wouldn't have known. It was like she blocked everything else out except for Cian's lips and the fact that she was kissing Cian. She returned his second kiss eagerly, thankful that her tongue seemed to know exactly what to do. It was natural, and wonderful and she wondered if they could get away with just standing there and doing this the rest of the night. After a few moments, Ava was feeling beyond flushed and she had to pull back barely a half an inch to breathe in oxygen to her lungs. She found that her fingers and somehow slid up into his hair where she was gripping the strands, though not too tightly. Opening her heavy eyes, she looked up at him and licked her lips, pleased to still taste him there. "We should just forget the movie next time," she murmured, "and go straight to doing this."
She wasn't the only one who was turned on just from the kissing they'd been doing. It was easy to forget there was anything in the world except for her mouth, her tongue, the softness of her body pressed against his in just the right places. By the time Ava pulled back to breathe again, Cian was controlling his hands with the greatest difficulty; he wanted to slide them down to cup her bottom, maybe insinuate one between them to rub at a nipple with his thumb, tracing over and over it through her shirt. He caught his breath a little, her words making him smile. "There's an idea," he said, his voice as soft as hers. "'Cause I could kiss you for hours." It probably sounded like so much romantic blather designed to part a young girl's legs, but he really felt like he could. She smelled so good, felt incredible this close to him, and he had the feeling that the trouble they'd happily plotted getting into this summer was going to be a different sort of trouble than they'd planned on. Not that he had a problem with that. He stole another quick kiss and remarked, "I like this shirt. It's pretty." It also had a slightly lower neck than some things she wore, allowing him to see smooth skin and the faintest hint of cleavage; he let his fingers wander up to trace one collarbone, the pads of them barely brushing her skin.
Her mind was starting to think along the same lines as Cian's. There were places she wanted to move her hands, just to feel, even though they felt pretty good locked in his hair. This was definitely the kind of trouble she could get behind and while she knew they wouldn't spend every waking moment together locked in this kind of embrace, Ava certainly wouldn't have protested if it was. His words had her heart skipping in her chest, as cliched as it sounded. She found she liked the way her lips felt after he kissed them that long. Slightly swollen and definitely craving some more. Whether or not he used that line on other girls didn't seem to matter at all, because he was saying it to her now, and she fully believed it, even if she couldn't hear what was really going on in his head. There was no reason for Ava to doubt Cian's sincerity. Blinking a bit when he complimented her shirt, Ava grinned and glanced down when his fingers touched her skin over her collarbone. It was bad enough, the way her body responded when he was touching her fully clothed, but just having his fingers on her skin like that had her wondering how it would feel on other parts of her body too. Finally pulling her hands from his hair, she let them fall onto his waist before they dipped under the hem of his shirt and rested against the waistband of his shorts where she could feel his skin. "I like yours too. Polos seem to be the equivalent of fancy dress for Cian Andersen."