A twisted churning starts up in the pit of my stomach as I try to feign interest in her pretty hair. I really do love the way it feels beneath my fingers. It’s calming. Even if I do feel like I might vomit if she doesn’t say something soon.
“How did something so cruel make something so sweet?” she whispers, her lips ghosting along mine as she stares intensely into my eyes.
My teeth nip at her lower lip first. “I’m not sweet, Izzy,” I rasp back, biting her lip a bit harder and running the tip of my tongue along her mouth when a single drop of blood slips out.
She tastes like fucking honey and a vast explosion of life itself.
Her fingers dig into my sides as my hand fists in her hair and we both play this balancing game of keeping a sliver of heated space between our parted lips. I breathe in her heavy breaths and all I want is to hear her panting and screaming my name.
“You’re not as bad as you think you are,Saint.” The way those full lips draw out the syllables of my name stirs right down to my cock.
“I’m not as good as you think I am either,” I say with a smirk, our noses touching intimately.
It’s a game now. We aren’t kissing. We’re touching but it’s just a light brush of hips and a faint tease of breaths along wanting mouths. It’s a give and take, a push and pull that leaves us fucking the air between us rather than each other.
And it makes me fucking insane.
The slam of my lips against hers tears a gasp from her throat that shoots through my veins and pumps right through my useless heart. The flick of her tongue against mine is a consuming thing that has me teetering there at the edge of the windowsill, a second from falling to the earth or falling into complete bliss.
The quietness of the room is a telling thing. I pick up on another heartbeat before I ever hear the sound of delicate footfalls.
“You two are hot,” an encouraging voice says.
I press one more slow kiss to her lips before she steps back with a shaking breath skimming between us.
“Hello, Sasha,” I say without every looking away from Izara’s sexy, hooded eyes.
“Your sister will be here soon,” the fae girl threatens in the most nonthreatening way. It’s more of an amused statement. Like a lazy guard taunting a prisoner with a stick.
My eyes roll but it only amuses Izzy even more.
“I have to go,” I whisper and it fucking kills me.
“I thought you missed me,” Izzy pouts, kissing the side of my neck slowly before dragging her teeth across my skin and sucking hard.
Fuck.
Yes.
Bite me.
My eyes close as my hips subtly rock against her.
“I miss you so fucking much,” I groan against her throat, inhaling the scent of her so deeply that I can almost smell the wetness between her thighs.
“Then stay,” she says with a brush of her lips against the shell of my ear.
“I’ll see you this weekend. I’ll stay with you all fucking weekend. I’ll fuck you so good you’ll be packing your bags and moving right back into our dorm just to be closer to my orgasm inducing cock,” I tell her with the slightest bite of my fangs.
She giggles into the crook of my neck and I glance up to see Sasha rolling her eyes at us.
“You know I miss you, right?” Izzy’s voice is so serious it’s hard for me to listen to. Her soft hand slips beneath my jaw and she forces me to meet her eyes. “I wantyou, Saint. Not the orgasms you can give me.”
Fuck. Why is honesty so hard for me when it comes easily to her? Sarcasm is always the safer route in my life. Her telling me she wants me... what am I supposed to say to that?
“I want you too,” I finally whisper and my throat hurts when I say that. I love the way she’s looking at me right now. It’s just hard for me to process. So I don’t. “But those orgasms, that’s a bonus, right?”
Her eyes narrow on me but she’s losing the fight against the smile on her lips.
