He pounds the stone wall once,
breathing wrecked as he shifts forward,
his body surging closer,
heat pressing into me.
Then he lowers.
Slow this time.
Inch by inch.
Stalking every subtle movement,
daring me to stop him.
Until he’s angling his head,
dipping closer…
lips lowering…
until they sink
just below my ear.
A gasp slips from me when his hot mouth lands, the touch of his lips burning through the cold whipping across my skin.
His mouth trails down my throat,
an agonizing crawl,
making me feel everything.
His teeth scrape, making me shudder.
Then his tongue flicks against my pulse,
and a heavier breath leaves me.
The ice in the glass he’s holding trembles.
“You miss me?” I ask him, needing to hear it.
I built walls of revenge,
but it seems we’re both crumbling under it.
Andrew exhales into my neck.
As if he’s been holding it all in.
“Miss you bad. Miss you stupid.
“Miss you enough to tear this fuckin’ city apart just to get to you.”
His lips climb my throat
