I groan softly and pull away.I stare at her, looking for a sign that she doesn’t want this.When I see nothing but lust, I kiss her again, properly this time.It’s not fireworks.It’s not cinematic.It’s better.So much fucking better.
It’s heat and hunger and gratitude and promise, her lips moving against mine like she’s relearning a language and finding out she’s fluent.She tastes like coffee and courage.I keep it gentle even when my pulse rockets, even when every instinct begs me to deepen it, to take, to claim.
Not yet.Not like this.
When I finally pull back, it’s because I have to, not because I want to.Our foreheads rest together, breaths tangled, hearts slamming like they’re trying to synchronize.
“See?”I whisper.“Not too young.”
She laughs, breathless and stunned.“That’s your proof?”
“I’ve got more,” I murmur, then press a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, her cheek, the little scar by her eyebrow I hadn’t noticed before.“But we’ll pace ourselves.”
Emotion flickers across her face so raw it guts me.
“I’m scared,” she admits.
“Good,” I reply instantly.
Her brows shoot up.“Excuse me?”
“It means it matters,” I say.“It means you’re not sleepwalking through your life anymore.”
She stares at me for a moment before she pulls me back to her.Her mouth opens under mine like she’s been waiting years to exhale.This time, the kiss deepens fast.
It’s not soft anymore.This time there is hunger behind it.Her hands fist in my shirt, tugging me closer, hauling me down like gravity works harder for her.I groan into her mouth when her curves press tight against me, every single fantasy I’ve been wrestling slamming into reality at once.
“Fuck, Olivia...”I murmur against her lips.“You taste dangerous.”
She makes a sound that damn near kills me.
My thumbs stroke along her jaw as I kiss her again, deeper, dirtier.Her tongue brushes mine like a question she already knows the answer to.She pulls me even closer, like the slightest space between us offends her and I go, willingly, happily.
Her hands slide beneath my hoodie, her small palms hot on my skin.My muscles jump and the last of my control frays.
“Tell me to slow down,” I rasp, voice shredded.“Because I’m losing my fucking mind here.”
She looks up at me, pupils blown, lips swollen.“Don’t slow down.”
Yeah, I’m done for.
I drag my mouth down her neck, kissing, sucking gently, listening for the sound that will replay in my head forever.She gasps when I find the spot just under her ear and tilts her head, offering more.
“Good girl,” I murmur against her skin without thinking.
Her breath stutters.Yeah, that does it for both of us.
My hands find her hips, fingers spreading over soft, perfect curves.She’s warm and real beneath my palms, not something to shrink or fix or apologize for.
“Do you know what you do to me?”I whisper.“You walk around looking like sin in a t-shirt and you expect me to think about anything else?Fuck, no.”
She laughs breathlessly and then gasps when I press my thigh between hers.
She moves.It’s instinctive, needy, and fucking beautiful.
I bite back a curse and hold her steady while she rubs her pussy against my thigh, small helpless sounds falling from her lips that make my vision blur.Heat floods through my veins until I’m shaking with it.My cock is a lead pipe, but this isn’t about me.
“That’s it,” I whisper, forehead against hers.“Use me.Take what you want.I’ve got you.”
