I sigh and my eyes snap to hers. I feel them soften just as hers do the same, a silent conversation of words I can only comprehend even though I don’t know them. A different language that can only be translated in my mind as I look at her.
My eyes flick to her lips just as they part, a small heart taking the space between them. I bring my eyes back up to hers to find them stuck on my lips. She gasps quietly and sharply when she brings them back up.
“Rowan—”
“Fuck it,” I whisper as I push her up against the wall beside the bathroom door. And then my lips are on hers, pressed softly until her tongue darts out, tracing the seam to part my lips.
I groan against her mouth but she swallows the sound as she lets me in, my tongue fighting against hers. She’s kissing me back—something I never imagined would happen in this lifetime. Her fingers trace over my chest and abdomen, swirlingand touching, making the muscles of my abs clench and go taut.
“R-Rowan.” She gasps as I press my hips into her. I’m unbelievably hard. Harder than I’ve ever been, I think. My hands are finally on her body, her hands are on mine, and it isn’t platonic, or for show.
“Is this okay?” I rasp.
“Yes,” she breathes with a whimper and my hips jerk forward, my cock grinding against her. “Yes.Oh god.”
“Natalia,” I purr, my lips taking a path down her neck—licking and sucking, nibbling and kissing at the sensitive skin until she’s gasping and moaning, her breath heavy and sporadic.
Her leg comes up around my hips and I bend to lift her with my hands at the backs of her thighs. Natalia arches immediately, trying her best to roll her hips against mine. When she can’t seem to find what she’s looking for, she whimpers in what sounds like pain. I relieve both of our aches and press between her legs.
Fuck. Me.
If this wasn’t our friends’ house, I’m pretty sure I’d take her right here—kiss every inch of skin that I can reach and worship her, show her everything I’ve ever felt for her.
Her fingers delve into my hair, furthering the damage to the strands. She whimpers as she begins clawing at my shirt, my neck, everywhere her hands can reach. I don’t know why I waited so long. Why I never just told her what I felt for her.
God, I don’t just want to fuck her, I want to make love to her and hold her and kiss her and tell her she’s everything she thinks she’s not.
“Rowan,” she breathes between kisses. “Wait, wait.”
I pull back, giving us room to catch our breaths while we breathe each other in. But fuck, I wish I didn’t need to breathe just so I could keep kissing her and never stop—not for a thing.
Her lips are soft and perfect, and they fit with mine so masterfully, and all I can think is,I knew it!I knew kissing Natalia would feel like this—like fire and devotion. Like I’m giving myself to her even if it ruins me in the end.
Ruination.
I am a helpless man when it comes to her. So let her ruin me then.
“Kiss me again,” Natalia says.
And instead of the fast, devouring kisses, I savor her. My lips press to hers softly, and we move together fervently. I pour myself into her, slowing us down, letting her take everything I give. But, more than anything, I can feel everything she’s giving me back.
Or it’s just my mind tricking me into thinking she needs this more than she wants this—that she needs me like I need her.
“Rowan,” she mumbles on my lips.
I pull back to stare into her beautiful, soft face. Her lipstick has faded, lips are swollen, lids are heavy, and her eyes flick from my lips to my eyes with a silent pleas.
“Leave with me,” I whisper.
Natalia nods, biting her swollen lip. “Mhhm.Let’s go.”
I put my car in park and power off the engine—the ring of silence the only sound in the car now. Most of the drive wassilent, enough to scare me into thinking that she was already regretting this.
Idon’t know if I’ll regret this. Or if I’ll regretnotdoing this.
God, I want her. I need her the way I need oxygen.
“Natalia,” I whisper as I bring my eyes to the beautiful girl seated beside me.
