“I’m getting déjà vu. I thought I told you before that I don’t care. If I want to kiss you, Stunner, then I’ll kiss you.”
I don’t protest any further as his lips feel too good against my skin.
“I missed you yesterday,” he murmurs.
“I was here all evening,” I murmur back.
“No, you were sleeping.”
He continues kissing until he’s moved around to that really sensitive spot just behind my ear, and I only just manage to continue talking to him.
“Why did you wake me up so early?”
His lips leave my skin and he props himself on his elbows, hovering just over me.
“I wanted to have you to myself before I go to work.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. I’m selfish. I don’t want to share you with anyone or anything for the next half hour.”
“What if—” He shuts me up with a kiss and I don’t know why I even wanted him to keep talking, him kissing me like this is so much better than idle chit chat. He kisses me long and slow, making the tingles radiate out from my belly until every part of me is hyper aware of him. His lips are on my neck, my shoulder, my chest, down between my breasts, until he reaches my belly button, then he follows the same path back up. I manage to wriggle my hands out from being trapped between his knees and my hips, and I bring my hands up to splay my fingers across the expanse of his back. Silky, smooth skin. Dips and ripples of muscle. I’m lost in the feel of him. Then he kisses softly undermy chin and I groan. My hands leave his back and I cup either side of his face to pull his mouth to mine.
“I want you, Ari,” he groans against my lips.
“You can have me,” I answer.
“Not just your body, Stunner. I want all of you.”
“I’m yours.” His body stills and his lips cease their exploration of my skin.
“Arianna,” he breathes out.
“Yes.”
“I…I want to tell you something but I don’t want to scare you away.”
“I know,” I say, because I know he’s about to tell me he loves me. I’ve felt it a few times and each time he’s held back.
“You do?”
“Yes. I do. So, don’t say it. Not yet.”
He rests his forehead on mine and closes his eyes tight.
“Show me,” I whisper. “Don’t tell me how you feel. We don’t need words. Show me.”
I tilt my head up to kiss him, and I’m met with the hardest, most genuine kiss I’ve ever had. He pours everything he has into me through his lips. He breaks away from me momentarily to rid himself of his boxers and to take off my boy shorts too. So it’s just us. Skin on skin. No need for anything else but each other in this moment and I welcome the distraction from reality. The mask of how my life could be in another world, another time.
“I want tofeelyou, Ari. Nothing between us, that okay?” he rasps.
“Yes,” I reply, because I want that, too. So badly.
“You’re on birth control…” he checks.
“Yes.”
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs before dipping his head and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. I groan and arch myback. My hands plunge into his hair and I tug gently which elicits a groan from him that reverberates through my body.
