Closer, closer, my chest heaving, my heart pounding, when finally, his lips landed on mine, and he swept me into a mind-blowing kiss.
His tongue swirled with me as we kissed and kissed. He tasted so sweet, so amazing, so perfect and I knew now that I had a taste it would never be enough.
And when we break apart, it felt as if a part of me left, like I wasn’t whole anymore, not without his lips on mine.
“Shit,” Cormac mumbled. “What the hell…”
“I know.” I whispered back, my breaths coming hard and fast. “That kiss was unlike anything I’d ever felt before…”
“Me too. I need to do it again.”
And so, he does. Again, and again.
Our relationship moved quicklyafter our first date, the two of us nearly inseparable. We’d spend all our free time together, in between work shifts, going on date after date and making out until our lips were swollen and our jaws ached.
I hadn’t let it get farther than a kiss yet. But I wanted more. I just didn’t want to ruin anything I had with Cormac so far.
My love life in the past wasn’t great. I went for the wrong guys, fell too quickly, and ended up hurt. I don’t want that again, hell I can’t bear it. After throwing myself into school and my career, I no longer cared for it. My vibrator did the trick.
But now…having met Cormac, having felt the passion between us, I wanted him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else.
It had been two weeks of dates of passionate make-out sessions, of endless flirty texts, dirty texts, and everything in between, and I was falling madly in love with him.
That was, until he pulled away.
He wouldn’t answer my calls, my messages, and when I showed up on his doorstep out of sheer panic, he wouldn’t answer the door. His sister, Karen, told me to give him space, but I had a feeling it was much worse.
He was trying to close me off.
I wasn’t going to let him.
CHAPTER FIVE
Cormac
It’s too much.
It’s all too much.
I was falling for her. Hard.
And fast.
Too fast.
I slammed my hand down on the counter, frustrated with myself. I paced the kitchen for the thousandth time, my mind and heart at war. I wanted her, but I couldn’t. I was no good for her.
She wouldn’t like me if she knew what I’d done. My horrible past.
I’ve ignored her texts, her calls, and it killed me not to open the door when she showed up here.
My phone buzzed, the name Savvy popping up on the screen. No, no. I couldn’t let me niece see or hear me this way. I ignored the call and again when she called for a second time. Until my sister’s name popped up. And I couldn’t ignore it any longer.
“Yeah, Sis, what’s up?”
“What are you doing? Are you fucking shit up?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
