I stop breathing. Panic surges through my veins at her words.
Confusion paints her face as she examines me, easing back a little. “Remember, we’re going to be scared together.”
My anxiety fades as I realize I’m overreacting. She didn’t mean anything in particular. Her soft lips hit the edge of my mouth, and my dick instantly stirs behind my jeans. Her scent swirls around me, and warmth from her body seeps into my bones, eviscerating the last trace of my paranoia. Leaning into her is instinctual, and we’re so close it would take nothing to kiss her, but she’s got to make the move.
“You wave that asshole flag around, wearing it with pride, but I’m onto you.” She smiles while tweaking my nose. “You doit to keep people away. To stop yourself from feeling. I recognize the signs, so don’t try to deny it. But it’s not who you are. Underneath that façade hides a different man. One I really want to get to know.”
It’s scary how quickly she’s burrowed underneath my walls and figured part of me out. It should be enough to send me running in the opposite direction, but it doesn’t. I like that she’s seen part of me and she’s still here. She isn’t aware of all my flaws, but she knows enough, and she’s still interested. That revelation does something to me. My hand lowers to her hip. “I’ve told you things today I haven’t fully shared with anyone. You’re already getting under my skin.” My eyes drop to her tempting mouth.
I want to kiss her so badly.
I need her like I need music.
“You’re getting under mine too,” she whispers, pressing herself all up against me as her eyes fixate on my mouth. “Kiss me.” Confidence radiates from her tone and her expression, and it’s sexy as hell. “Kiss me like you’ll die if you can’t taste my lips.”
She had me atkiss me. Hell, she’s had me long before that, but I can’t help laughing at her melodramatics. “You English students.” I shake my head as anticipation replaces the blood flowing through my veins.
It’s happening.
I’m going to taste her again, and this time, it won’t be a fleeting kiss.
I know I’m,we’re, on the verge of something monumental. We can’t share the chemistry we do and this not be spectacular and mind-altering. My heart is thumping like crazy as I remove the tie from her hair, and it falls in gorgeous soft, thick layers around her face and shoulders. “Are you sure this is what you want?” I examine her face carefully as I weave my fingers through her silky hair. I don’t want to fuck this up or have herfeeling pressured into this before she’s ready. It’ll kill me if she says no, but I’m determined to do this right.
“Oh my god. Just kiss me already.”
I’m smirking as I pull us back from the edge, to be on the safe side. And then I’m smiling so wide it feels like my mouth might split my jaw apart. My heart is fit to burst as we move together, and our lips meet in the most perfect kiss. I’ve never experienced anything like this soft, passionate, sultry blending of lips and minds. I’m in no rush, enjoying savoring the taste of her perfect mouth as we slowly get acquainted.
Vivien is pressed close to my body as we kiss, holding on to my shoulders like she’s afraid I might disappear if she’s not holding me tightly. When her fingers wind into my hair and she moans into my mouth, I’m completely undone. My tongue slips between her lips, and I groan as I explore her exquisite mouth. My dick is jerking against the zip of my jeans, eager to slide between her soft thighs.
I lie down flat on my back and pull her up over me so she’s straddling my hips. My arms band around her back, keeping her safe as our kissing turns more frantic. Gone are the first soft sensual kisses, replaced with heated kisses that still aren’t enough. My cock is rock hard now, and there’s no way she’s not feeling it. I almost come on the spot when she pivots her hips and grinds down on me.
“Jesus, Viv.” I suck on her earlobe. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
“Less talking. More kissing,” she rasps, and I chuckle as I leave a trail of hot kisses along her neck and across her collarbone.
Then my mouth is on hers again because I can’t get enough of it, and we’re passionately kissing and grinding against one another, and it’s the best intimate encounter of my entire life.
I was wrong earlier.
This isn’t just spectacular and mind-altering.
It’s life-changing.
No matter what happens from this point on, Vivien will leave me irrevocably changed.
It’s one truth I can’t deny.
31
AGE 20
My fingers fly across the page, the lyrics coming to me easily as the melody plays out in my head.
“Damn, that’s good,” Jay says, hovering over me as he reads the words I’ve written down.
I look up at him, wondering when and how he snuck into my bedroom without me noticing. “It’s not finished.” I snap my notebook closed, feeling territorial over these lyrics.
My best mate flops down on my bed beside me. “She’s your Yoko Ono.”
