Just like me.
I crushed my mouth to hers, because I had no fuckin’ time for hesitation. I just needed to feel something different from the constant turmoil that raged inside. For just a moment, touch on something that felt like hope.
Even when I knew it was so fucking wrong.
On a sigh, she opened for me. Her lips so damned soft when they began to move with mine.
Sweetly.
Tentatively.
I coaxed and prodded, needing more. My lips tugged and nipped at the soft plumpness, my mouth growing hungrier with each desperate pass. Begging for the kind of reprieve I was terrified only she could give.
She gave. Her breaths turned ragged when I swept my tongue into the well of her mouth for a taste.
God. I was right.
So damned sweet.
I deepened the kiss. Taking more with each lick of my tongue. Or maybe it was Rynna who was stealing bits of me with each nip and tug of those full, full lips.
Lust.
It consumed me.
Blinding.
Constricting my cells and straining my muscles.
I pressed every rigid, hard line of my body into all her soft curves. Overwhelmed. Aching in a way I hadn’t in years. Like maybe if I got close enough things might not hurt so bad.
“Rex.” It was all a whimper when she sank her fingers into my shoulders, and her touch became just as desperate as mine.
Her kiss just as mad.
Her hands coasted from my shoulders down my arms, hitting my biceps where we were skin on skin. The contact burned in the most blissful kind of way, and I sucked in a shattered breath when she was pushing up under the sleeves of my T-shirt, fingertips tracing across the tattoo etched on my arm.
I groaned.
In pleasure.
In agony.
I didn’t know.
“Rynna,” I grated at her mouth. I cupped that bewitching face in my hands before I glided my palms down her neck and tipped back her head. “I don’t even fucking know you. How is it possible you have this kind of hold on me?”
The words were a jumble of incoherency. I moved my mouth down over her jaw. I was sure I was getting drunk on her breaths, getting lost in the crash of her heart that hammered with the thready beat of mine.
My hands trailed down that body. That body that had taunted me since the moment I’d seen her come barreling out of her grandmother’s door. I traced her shoulders, moving across the hollow of her throat, trailing down her chest.
Maybe I’d known it then. That this girl would wreck me. Because I could feel myself coming apart. Piece by piece.
She sighed a barely audible, “Yes.”
Fuck.
What was I doing?
