“I’m glad you decided to come. I needed to see you.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t stop thinking about you. And because you’ve been avoiding me.” It’s not an accusation or said from a place of anger. I think it’s sweet that she’s avoiding me. She can try and hide as much as she wants.
It won’t do her any good. She knows me, she knows that I always go after what I want with everything that I’ve got. She’s what I want and I’m going to get her.
She doesn’t bother responding. As much as I’d like to know that she’s been thinking about me, it doesn’t matter. Hayley isn’t known for idle chit chat; she won’t say things just for the sake of saying them. That also means that whatever she does say, usually has meaning behind it.
If she’s going to make me work for it, I’m prepared to work my fucking ass off.
“Who are you here with?” I ask, seemingly to fill the silence. In actuality, the curiosity inside of me is dying to know.
I’ve never been the jealous type. I’ve never had anything to really be jealous over. But just knowing that Lucas was sniffing around my Hales ignites a fire inside of me. He wouldn’t want to try anything, I’d be on him before he knew I was coming.
“Why?”
“I need to know.”
She sighs, giving in to my curiosity. “I’m not here with anyone, Corbin.”
Upon hearing those magical fucking words, I grab her hand and lead her through the crowd towards the bathroom. I lock the door behind us before turning back to Hayley. She’s leaning against the sink cabinet with an expectant raised eyebrow.
Usually, I hate this bathroom because it’s so small, but tonight it’s size is having the opposite effect. I love it. The tight fit only increases my proximity to Hayley, forcing us closer together.
“I can’t stop thinking about the other night…”
If she needs an out, a reality check, then that was it. I anxiously await her response, hoping I didn’t just shoot myself in the foot. I take a step forward, closing the distance between us. I keep my eyes locked on Hayley, looking for any signs that she’s uncomfortable, or unwilling.
She keeps her cards pretty close to her chest most of the time. Tonight is not much different, except for the pink flush across her chest and cheeks. Her pretty pink tongue wets her lips. The corner of her mouth quirks up before she starts leaning forward.
That’s my cue. This is it.
My heart pounds almost painfully. My chest heaves with my breath. I wrap an arm around Hayley’s waist and pull her into me.
I lean down slowly so as to not spook her. It’s hard, having to hold myself back. I want nothing more than to be all over her, all the time. It was hard enough before all of this started. But since that first taste of her lips, something inside me has been unleashed.
Despite my urges, I let her dictate the moment, making sure it’s what she wants.
Her eyelids flutter closed, her mouth connects with my own and that’s it. Every last bit of restraint that I was gripping onto goes flying out the window.
She is mine, I need her to be, and I won’t stop until she’s convinced.
My hands seek her out, our fingers intertwining and squeezing as the kiss turns into a desire, a need to claim what is mine. The moment intensifies, the kiss turning from something sweet to pure hunger.
With our bodies pressed together, I know she can feel the arousal restrained by my jeans. I just hope she understands that it’s all because of her.
Hayley’s arms wrapped around my neck leverage her as she hops up onto the sink bench. Her legs spread for me, the skirt of her dress falling higher upon her thigh. I free one of my hands from her hair and let it fall to the exposed milky skin of her leg.
As we part to catch our breath, our eyes meet, wide and curious. This is all new territory for us. I’m loving every second of it.
My lips capture hers once again, in a fevered kiss. I command it by slipping my tongue between her lips and drawing a moan from deep within her throat.
Underneath her dress, I grip onto her hip and hold her in place as I grind myself against her. I grunt at the heat radiating from her most intimate area. Tangling my fingers in her hair, I tug on it and expose her neck. Our lips part, but only for a second, I press a kiss to the base of her neck and continue trailing a path upwards.
She tastes so good, so naturally sweet, like a fruit. Hell, if fruit tasted as delicious as she did, I’d eat it morning, noon, and night. She could be my every meal.
The thought of having Hayley warm and pliant underneath my hands and mouth whenever I want is almost my undoing. I have to pull away from her completely to calm the rush of endorphins running through me. “Sorry.”
