I pull myself even closer, so we’re pressed together from our toes to lips that haven’t broken apart for a single second since this started.
“I love kissing you,” he breathes against my now-wet lips. I don’t get to respond before he dives back in. Of course I love kissing him, too.
Who wouldn’t love kissing this man?A crazy person… that’s who.
We scramble to get even closer to one another, even though it’s practically impossible at this point. His thigh slots between mine.
I don’t even realize what I’m doing until the familiar tingles start to build deep in my core as I grind my hips against his leg.
I moan into the kiss. I start to tremble with the building sensations. I know I should stop, but it feels so fucking good.
“We’re still just kissing,” he says breathlessly. “Don’t stop. Please, beautiful, don’t stop.”
How the fuck am I supposed to deny him anything when he says it like that? I honestly don’t think I would be able to stop right now, even if I tried.
My looming orgasm is a mere breath away.
“I’m… I’m…” I get out between kisses.
“I know.” He presses kisses to my jaw, then the corner of my mouth. “Show me how much you love kissing me.”
I whimper, circling my hips one more time. The tingles that have been building explode into pure bliss. Pleasure races through my whole body.
I continue to grind against him until the last waves of my orgasm flutter through me. “Holy fuck,” I say, resting my forehead against him.
He lets out a quiet chuckle. “That pretty much sums it up.”
I can feel his very hard cock pressing against me. My hand trails down his side, meeting the waistband of his boxers.
His hand grips my wrist, stopping me. “Just kissing. Remember?”
Right.
“But…” I start. He’s so hard. It has to be almost painful at this point.
He pulls my hand up to his chest. I don’t know if he does it on purpose, but he rests it over his pounding heart.
“Seeing you… feeling you come apart was more than enough.”
I want to argue, but the honesty in his words is obvious. I press my lips to his one more time, knowing deep down this is never going to be enough for me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Kane
I can feelmy phone vibrating in my pocket. It’s my mom.
I knew she would be calling. I was planning on being home by now, but I’ve been so lost in my thoughts that time slipped away from me.
With Oliver at school and nothing imminently pressing that needed to be done at the bar, I hopped on my motorcycle. I needed time to think and hopefully move past some things that have been plaguing my every waking minute.
Well, one thing in particular. Abby.
I’ve done nothing but think about her since leaving the house a few hours ago. As for processing things, I don’t understand anything more now than I did earlier, and I certainly haven’t moved past anything.
The vibration against my thigh jerks me back to reality. I drive my bike off onto a dirt pull-off on the side of the small mountain highway.
“Hi, Mom,” I say. I key off the engine, so she can hear me better.
