“The Lion King?” Bree read the title, a teeny, tiny smile growing on her face as she looked at me, questioning.
“The live-action one,” I said. “You mentioned you never saw it, so…” I trailed off when she looked pensive. “What is it?” Did she already see it after she’d told me that? It had been a few weeks since then—she’d told me on one of our first get-togethers when we were working on our project.
Bree shook her head once, biting her bottom lip as she set the DVD case on her lap. “I just…I can’t believe you remembered that.”
“I listen to everything you say,” I told her, my voice lowering into a bare whisper. I sat beside her on the couch, and it took everything in me to not reach for her, to not hold her. “Everything, Bree.”
She ran a finger along the plastic covering the DVD. “Why?”
“How many times do I have to tell you that I like you?”
Bree’s green eyes snapped up at me, the color pink appearing on her cheeks at the boldness of my words. I wondered if, inside her chest, her heart was beating as fast as mine. “I…” She grew quiet, her next words barely audible. “I like you, too.”
That was it. I couldn’t sit here and not touch her, not after hearing those words come from her mouth.
I leaned over to her, pushing the DVD case off her lap as I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in. Her chest pressed against mine, my forehead leaning down upon hers as I whispered, “Is it okay if I kiss you?” Figured I’d ask this time, since last time I’d caught her off-guard. The last thing I wanted to do was scare this girl away.
Bree nodded once, her hands slow to wrap around my neck.
Not to waste a second more, I brought my lips down to hers, kissing her as softly as I could while still trying to show her how wild she made me feel, the passion and lust laced within every nerve of my body any time she was close. I was eager to show her, without words, how crazy I was about her, how much I needed her. I never wanted to let this girl go, never wanted to give up and let anyone else have her.
She was mine. She would always be mine. I’d fallen for her so quickly, it was impossible for me not to feel my heart racing in my chest as I leaned her back. The DVD case fell to the floor as I laid her on the couch under me, our mouths never disconnecting.
Oh, God. She felt so good under me, felt insanely good. Like, there were no words for it. Right now, I didn’t want to think, didn’t want to be in my own head or wonder where hers was at. I knew what I felt, and I wanted to show her.
There were no worries about Calum in my head right now, only her. Bree and everything she encompassed, and I hoped, in her head, it was the same. No Calum, just me.
My hands tangled in her hair, and as I leaned my body down on hers, my legs pinning hers down, I angled her head a bit better, ran my tongue along her lower lip. That same lip I always saw her nibbling. She shivered into me when my teeth grazed it, and I used the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth and devour her from the inside.
She was heaven. She was literally heaven on earth, and I had no idea why I’d never seen her before. Never really paid attention to the lonely girl with pink hair in the back of the class. She was life. She was the breath in my lungs. She was everything.
I think…I think I’d fallen in love with her without realizing it.
My body reacted to having hers under me. It wasn’t long before I felt an aching in my lower half, heat building there as blood rushed to make me hard. I probably shouldn’t have pressed my midsection so firmly against hers—for surely she’d feel the growing boner in my pants—but I was too lost in her, in the way her tongue felt dancing with mine and the soft moans she breathed straight into my lungs.
I could never get enough of her. Never. That was a promise, an oath to myself and to her. I wanted everything she had, over and over, everything she’d give me.
I was slow to pull my mouth off hers, staring down at her with eyes that were half open. She breathed hard, panting, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted slightly. Bree did not push me away, nor did she tell me to stop. The expression she wore was one of wanting, one of desire. She was never as wordy as I was, but I knew, right then, she wanted me, too.
Releasing my hold on her hair, I moved my hands to her neck, swiping the bits of hair off before bringing my mouth to that tender crook. I kissed her softly there once, eliciting a moan from her. My mouth roamed her neck, never staying in one place too long, kissing and sucking gently—I didn’t want to return her to her home full of hickeys, but it was hard to not lose my mind when it came to her, to just let my body take over and have her every which way.
She was everything and more, and I hoped I meant the same to her.
My hands trailed downward, even though I knew they probably shouldn’t. If I went too far with her, if I did too much, too fast, I might scare her
