until it kills him.
A grin cuts across his lips.
Then he caves?—
His mouth catches mine,
the kiss sinking deep,
then flooding everywhere?—
all ache, all fucking feeling.
You’re doing this to me,it says.
His hands are still behind his back,
but I still feel him. All of him.
I inch back, breaking the kiss,
and my heart punches me,
pissed I pulled away.
“Alright—no hands. None. I’m serious.
“You use your mouth. That’s it.”
He nods as he leans back in,
eyes falling shut when his mouth crushes mine again.
He drowns into the kiss,
keeping his hands restrained behind him.
I pull back. “No doin’ rookie moves. And if you stop halfway to ask if I’m close, I’ll get off this bed so fast you’ll faceplant into the mattress.”
His smile lingers as he moves in closer,
finding this amusing.
“And don’t make eye contact the whole time.
“That’s Night Stalker shit.”
His mouth crashes into mine again,
holds me there,
breath ragged, hot,
torn to shreds between our teeth.
I tug the front of his shirt,
my heart racing, kissing him deeper.
