“You sound disappointed.”
Again he grinned and his eyes shifted toward my lips. My pulse quickened and I was silently begging for him to just kiss me already. I’d dreamt of it, imagined it so many times over the last week that at this point I was about to just take it myself.
But before I could, he lifted his hand and oh so softly skimmed the pad of his thumb over my lower lip. “I was willing to watch anything if it meant you were here to watch it with me.” His words were nothing more than a whisper. “But this is good.” What? The movie or the way he was looking at me, holding me? “Horror movies mean that I have an excuse to hold you close.” With that he pulled me in closer, my chest now pressing to his.
“You need an excuse?”
Narrowing his gaze he stared at me, curiosity dancing in his eyes.
Just live. Let go of any hesitation and just feel.
“Not at all.” He tilted his head, his eyes remained lock on my own as if weighing out my reaction. Carefully he continued forward, his lips getting so close to my own. “I don’t want to scare you off again.”
I placed my palm to his chest and glided it upward to hook the back of his neck, pulling slightly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
He came without any hesitation and the second his lips touched mine I swore I felt a rush of electricity race through me. I knew it was more nerves and whole lot of satisfaction but electric current was the best way to describe the rush.
The hand on my hip slid around, circling my waist, and he held me tightly. I tugged his hair at the nape of his neck and he groaned as he cupped my ass with his other hand. His lips danced over mine, sucking and nibbling. When his tongue licked over my lower lip I opened to him and he deepened the kiss.
My head felt fuzzy, any rational thoughts escaped me. I had never been kissed like this.
When he backed me toward the bed I didn’t feel fear, only need.
When he lowered me to the mattress and with one hand hooked around my waist, he hauled me upward, I gripped him tighter. Moans filled the room, a mixture of mine and hiss when I wrapped my legs around his waist. This only created the perfect place for him to settle between my thighs.
I felt him against me, pressing hard, and it only managed to heighten my hunger. When he shifted his hips I pulled back, panting. I found him watching me.
“We should put that movie in.” I sensed his inner battle, but he didn’t move, and it could be because I had yet to release him, but partly because he felt it too. That connection, that desire to keep going.
Closing the distance once more, he kissed me, this time slow before pulling away once again. “There’s no rush, right?”
What was meant to sound like a reassuring statement came out in more of a question.
“I like kissing you.” The confession fell from my lips and immediately I felt foolish.
Tracing over my jaw with his finger, he pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. “I like kissing you too.” I knew my cheeks were pink. “So much that if we keep going I’m afraid I’m gonna embarrass myself.” It took me a minute to catch on and when I did my eyebrows shot up. “A guy can only handle so much of a sexy girl rubbing up on him before he hits a breaking point.”
I looked down between us and it dawned on me that I had in fact been grinding my hips against him, humping him like a crazed whore. Again my cheeks felt hot. “Sorry.” I attempted to cover my face but he reached up and grabbed my hand. Lifting it to his mouth, he pressed a kiss against my palm. It was such a sweet gesture.
“I’m not.” His stubble tickled my palm. “I just want to make sure that you know I want you around for a lot more than that. We have time,” he ensured me once more. “I’d say we could keep on kissing and still watch the movie but I’d be lying. Because the second my lips touch yours it’s like something inside me shifts. I feel it throughout my entire body.”
I’m surprised by his expression.
“I should make you sit across the room until I calm down but I don’t like the thought of you being that far away, either. So I’ll suffer.”
I had never in my life had a man or boy make me feel the way he had. It was weirdly satisfying to know that he was so turned on by simply kissing me.
Slowly and reluctantly I released my hold on him and allowed my legs to fall from his waist. He looked down between us, and I swear I heard him growl and he pushed back to create space. As he stood again he looked at me and I was still sprawled out on his bed. I was sure I looked like a hot mess. But I didn’t move, not when his eyes were glued to me, a perusal over my body from toe to eyes. Then he shook his head, lifted his hand to his hair, and gave it a rough tug.
When his back was to me I slid up to a sitting position and wondered if I should stand too. I heard the DVD sliding into the player, saw the flash of the lights as it began to flicker on the television just before I turned around
