I feel my heart pounding in my chest, and this time I know it’s not from the alcohol but from the man standing in front of me.
“Do you want to kiss me?”
“So badly, Maisie,” he whispers. “I don’t think you understand.”
“Kiss me,” I beg in a whisper back. “Please, Henr?—”
He doesn’t give it a second thought as his mouth crashes into mine. I’ve never felt lips so rough yet so soft all at once.
His hand holds the nape of my neck as he pulls me in deeper and we both let out a groan at the connection.
Pulling away just enough to speak, he says, “If I kiss you again, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.” He’s breathless, his eyes staring into mine.
“Who says you have to?” I lean in and bite at his bottom lip. That’s enough for him to lose all of his control and kiss me like it’s his last dying wish.
My hands wrap around his neck and I thread my hands into his hair, pulling another whimper from him.
The noises he makes just from us making out turns me on. Who knew just a sound alone could cause that effect. I can’t help but wonder what he sounds like with our clothes off.
His hands make their way from my neck to my hips where he pulls me closer, squeezing me like he’s scared to let go. My legs wrap around him and my skirt bunches up around my waist, my center finding him hard already.
Goosebumps flush over my skin, causing a soft laugh from me. That laugh quickly turns to a moan when his hands make their way under my shirt and up my back.
His lips break away from mine but instantly attach to my neck, licking and sucking. “God, you’re so soft.” With every delicate bite, he kisses the pain away. “So delicious.”
My hands make their way to his arms, moving them to the front where I want his touch. He frees my breasts out of my bra, massaging each one so tenderly.
I can feel myself getting wet and it’s taking everything in me not to bring his hand lower to relieve me.
“You are so perfect,” he says at the same time that he pinches each nipple, a loud cry falling from my lips, quickly covered by his own. “Shh, don’t want anyone hearing what we’re doing, do you?”
My hand falls between us and I palm him, he’s even harder now and it causes a gasp out of me.
“Do you see what you do to me, Maisie?” He’s licking up my neck now, whispering in my ear as he bites my earlobe. “I’ve touched myself so many times to the thought of it being your hand instead.”
I grip him harder and a cry escapes him. The thought of him bare has me wanting to clench my legs together, trying not to rub myself against him.
I feel cool air against my stomach noticing that he’s lifting my top and his sweatshirt up, exposing my breasts to the night air.
He breaks away from my neck and moves his lips to the skin between my breasts.
I feel a stinging yet pleasurable pain and notice that he’s sucking and biting at the tissue there. His eyes look up at me when he does it and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
One of his hands takes hold of one breast while his lips find the other, licking my nipple and sucking. A loud moan escapes me and I feel a rumble of laughter from him on my skin when a hand covers my mouth.
I didn’t even know my nipples were so sensitive. No one has ever done this to me before, savored me like their last meal.
I’m still palming and holding him through his jeans, but I want to feel him in my hands. My other hand falls south and starts fumbling with the button of his jeans.
“M-Maisie.” He pulls away, his flushed face finding its way to mine. “I hate to end this but we’ve been drinking, I—” he brushes my cheek with his thumb, “I don’t want you to regret this in the morning. I don’t want us to get carried away and regret it.”
“I want this,” I lean in and suck his bottom lip, “I’ve only had a few drinks.”
“I know.” His forehead falls on mine. “Me too, believe me, me fucking too. I want it so bad, but we’ve been drinking and I want us to be sober if you end up wanting this to go further.” His eyes move back and forth between mine. “I don’t want this to end, but I want to respect you for wanting to be just friends.”
“I think we both know we were never going to be just friends, Henry.” I press a kiss to his lips.
“I know,” he kisses my forehead, “I don't want to just be your friend, Maisie. I want things with you that a friend shouldn't want.” He presses a kiss to my nose. “I want you.”
