Looking into Spencer’s dark,brooding eyes, I was starting to feel a pit in my stomach.
I wanted to kiss her, to see if the feeling that had been brewing in my chest was just my imagination or if she really was unlocking something deep inside me.
What if I’m wrong? Is she serious?
But when I looked at her, I knew she was being honest. She wanted me so badly, she was willing to compromise everything to have me.
If she was okay with being my experiment, why was I hesitating?
Deep in my gut I knew even that was an exaggeration. I’d never wanted to kissanyonethis desperately — that night in The Hollow replayed behind my eyelids, the way she’d felt pushing me into the darkness.
It was less an experiment and more a ripping off of a years old bandage, one that had started grafting to my skin.
My eyes flicked down to her lips, soft and plump.
And then I couldn’t stop myself from leaning forward, putting my hand on the back of her neck as she moved toward me.
When our lips met, soft and wet, I felt a jolt rush down my spine to my center. It made my movements, at first hesitant, now fevered and desperate.
Keeping my grip on the back of her neck, I kept our lips pressed together. I felt her tongue teasing the flesh, eager to explore the inside of my mouth. Parting my lips, I let her in, allowing my own tongue to play with hers.
A groan escaped my lungs as I felt her. My chest heaved with excitement, my breathing ragged and needy.
My body pulled toward hers, wanting more of Spencer’s touch. Peeking open, my eyes looked down at her hands, planted on the concrete floor of the storage unit, lit by the harsh light of her bike’s headlight.
I could see her veins tensing, holding back with all the willpower in her body.
She wanted me, wanted to take me here and now.
And I was about to give myself to her.
But our lips and tongues grew more fevered, begging for more of each other. My hands wandered down from Spencer’s neck to her shoulders. She was lean and muscular, but her shoulders were far broader than I’d expected.
I slide my hand under the front of her leather jacket, pushing it off of her chest and shoulders. Reaching behind her back, Spencer pulled at the sleeves, letting the leather fall to the ground.
The t-shirt underneath was tight around her biceps, a narrow cuff at the end of the sleeve framing her arms.
“Fuck.” I mumbled as I looked down at her body between kisses.
My chest ached for more, everything that had happened since the tunnels building inside me. The anger, the anxiety, the comfort of Spencer’s presence. The excitement.
That little gnawing thrill that I’d pushed to the back of my mind after what I saw.
Some disturbed part of me loved this, all of it. The secrets and the mystery, the darkness that hid under Spencer and Leo’s surface.
Something to match my own.
I should’ve pulled away from the kiss, should have slowed all of this down. But I couldn’t, now that I knew how good she tasted, that it hadn’t just been a fluke the way she’d made me feel that night.
No. Now there was no stopping the throbbing at my center, the aching in my chest.
I took some comfort in knowing that it wasn’tjustadrenaline in The Hollow, that when Spencer had kissed me there was a genuine excitement and thrill to being touched by her.
And now, I couldn’t stop myself from inching closer to her. As my hands moved from Spencer’s shoulders to her chest, she lifted her own to my hips. She’d been respectful, keeping her hands to herself. But now the gloves were off.
“Is this okay?” Spencer asked through heavy breaths and swapped tongues, her fingers wrapping around my waist.
Nodding, I groaned as I felt her strong grip in my body. “Yes.”
