Relying on my instincts, my hands drift to his jeans, but Justin gently closes his fingers around my wrist before they make the journey down.
“Right now this is about you, not me.” He kisses me again, this time it’s tender and sweet. “Go get dressed before I drop to my knees again.”
“I’m okay with that,” I tell him, warmth heating my cheeks.
His eyes burn into mine. “Fuck me, she likes my mouth on her,” he murmurs. “Later. I promise.”
Kissing me once more, he leaves me there, with a tingling sensation deep in my belly and a newfound feeling in my heart.
This woman has me feeling all sorts of crazy shit and she’s testing every ounce of control I possess. I haven’t done anything more than kiss her since the other day but fuck all if I’m not dying to. I feel like a teenage boy all over again. Every time I kiss her, touch her, hell, even walk by her, it feels like my dick is going to rip my jeans in two. All I can think about is devouring every goddamn inch of her until she’s covered in my scent.
My cum.
Me.
I can’t remember ever wanting a woman so much, but after I found out she was a virgin, that she’d never been kissed or touched by another man besides me, it was like a switch went off and whatever need had been brewing inside of me before was now a distant memory.
In its place is something far more powerful.
Keeping my hands off of her had been a challenge before but now, now it’s impossible. Every chance I get I have my hands and my mouth on her. I’ve never kissed a woman so much in my life never mind damn near come from it.
It’s crazy to me how much my feelings have grown for her in such a short amount of time, how much I care for her already, but I am not afraid of falling in love with her. I’m pretty sure I already have, and I’m fairly certain it happened in that goddamn basement when her eyes met mine and my heart stopped beating altogether.
I remember Pop telling me once, when he met my gram, he felt something similar. I would be a fool to ignore what I feel for her, regardless of what she’s been through or how old she is. I am the only man who can love and protect her the way she deserves.
Smiling, I remember this morning, after breakfast, she started making an apple pie for today’s barbecue. I’d tried to be a gentleman and simply give her a tender kiss but the second her fingers scraped through my hair and her breathy moans filled my mouth, I was a fucking goner. I nearly took her right there on the kitchen floor. She begged me to after all, but I want her first time to be special, and despite my need to want to take it slow, that is quickly dissolving along with my self-control.
I adjust my cock, waiting for her to finish getting ready so we can head over to Jimmy and April’s. As I’m waiting, my phone vibrates from my pocket, and I look down to see it’s my mother calling.
“’Lo.”
“Would you care to explain to me why I had to hear from your brother that you were shot?” my mother shrieks, anger and hurt threading throughout her voice.
“I was going to call but—”
“But what? You better have a good reason for not calling your mother and telling her that you were not only shot but also hospitalized!”
Catching movement out of the corner of my eyes, I find Selena standing at the top of the stairs, and just when I think she can’t get any more beautiful, she does.
The look on her face crushes me, nearly brings me to my knees.
I swallow thickly. “I met a girl.”
“A girl?” My mother sniffles. “You were shotandyou met a girl?”
“I might even be in love,” I confess, low enough for only my mother to hear.
“Oh God, Neil, he’s not making any sense. I’m booking a plane ticket right now. I can be there tonight.”
“Mom, no, I’m fine. The bullet went in and out, hardly any damage at all. They didn’t even keep me for forty-eight hours.”
She lets go of a sob, the same one I heard when I was twelve years old and got bucked off of a stud Pop couldn’t seem to break. I broke that son of a bitch though. My arm and collarbone, too.
There’s some shuffling then my father’s voice comes over the line. “You’re in a world of shit, you know that?”
“I didn’t want to give her a reason to worry when there was nothing to worry about.”
“You’re dealing with a woman, son, your mother at that. You can’t use that stupid fucking logic. You have to think when it comes to shit like this. I reamed your brother’s ass, too. We’re a family, we communicate; one of us hurts, we all bleed. You with me?”
