"So…" I manage. "Do you feel any different?"
He doesn’t answer.
I laugh awkwardly. "Because I feel like… okay, maybe a little calmer? I think it worked. Now we’ll definitely be cal—"
He cuts me off by stealing another kiss, right on the same spot.
Oh my God. I freeze.
My brain shuts down.
He pulls back half an inch, watching me, daring me to do something about it.
And then it hits both of us at the same time.
We crash into each other.
45) Choke Harder
Gio
Fuck it.
Fuck him and his two seconds. I don't even wait. I don't want to wait.
I've been good. I've beensogood. But I'm not fucking holy.
And he's not helping. I grab him, fist in his hair, and slam my mouth into his.
And the way he kisses me back? Yeah. That motherfucker's been pretending too.
There's no fucking build-up, no warning.
Finally, I get to shut him up the only way I know how. It's like my body's been waitingyearsfor this exact second.
Now I'm actually kissing the ridiculous, perfect, infuriating mouth of Rava Weston.
Not for Sophia, not for anyone. This kiss belongs to us.
And it's not just a gentle kiss, fuck no. It's a very rough one. Full of desperation and desire.
He makes a needy noise and grabs at me like he's trying to tear me apart. His fingernails dig into my sides.
I don't care. I want it. So badly.
I shove him down, crawl over him like a fucking animal. My thigh slots between his legs and he grinds up.
Our mouths still locked, fighting more than kissing.
Fuck. Fuck, I can't breathe, but I don't stop.
He tastes like something forbidden, and I want more. I want all of him.
I bite his bottom lip and he gasps, and I lose my fucking mind.
I grind down. His hips jerk up.
We're hard. Both of us.
