“No,” he cut me off, and closed it. “This stays here.”
Suddenly he put the sketchbook on the table and stood up, too.
His hand found the back of my head again.
Suddenly we were very, very close…
“It’s…it’s yours. You can have it. I made it for you,” I whispered, my eyes on his lips that werejust there,begging to be kissed.
“I want it to stay right where it is, and since it’smine,I can come and look at it whenever I want.” He grinned and my knees shook. He came closer and closer until our lips were less than an inch apart. His breath became my lifeline. I hung onto it, and he said, “Remember what I told you last time?”
Oh, but I did.
I nodded because I didn’t trust my voice not to break just now.
“Do you see it coming?”
Holy Hour, I was going to burst into flames. I was standing on my tiptoes, too, and I hadn’t even realized it, but I was holding onto his forearm with both my hands.
The next time I kiss you, you’ll see it coming.That’s what he said last time at the junkyard.
Another nod and three and five. I saw it coming clearly, was hoping for it, was begging for it with my whole body.
His grin spread. He moved, leaned up just a little, and pressed his lips on my forehead. Then the tip of my nose. Then my lips.
I didn’t breathe, didn’t move, only existed to feel in those seconds, until March deepened the kiss. His tongue licked my lips, pried them open slowly, gently, slipped inside my mouth.
From that moment on, I lost control of myself completely.
A moan escaped me when he wrapped his arm around my waist, and I grabbed his hair in my fists. I was still on my tiptoes, but he held me up all by himself against his chest as he kissed me, explored my mouth like it was the most important thing he’d ever do. He took everything he needed from me, and the deeper we kissed, the harder he crushed me against his chest, the more I wanted.
I was a mess ten seconds in. The world fell away like I was touching those masks again, only I didn’t disappear into a memory now. I drowned in the most intense pleasure, something I never thought myself capable of feeling. Yes, I’d kissed before, but none of it came even close tothis.This was a whole world on its own.
Then March moved us.
I wouldn’t care if he took us to the top of a mountain or threw us off The Spill to fall for the rest of eternity. I was with him all the way so long as he kept kissing me like that. The taste of him was otherworldly. It became a reason to live all too fast.
But when the back of my legs hit the edge of the bed, I really did fall back without hesitation, and March fell with me.
He was not only in my room now, but he was also in my bed, on top of me.
My body could have belonged to someone else because I wasn’t thinking at all, yet my legs knew to wrap around his hips, and I pulled him down by the neck harder, wanted to get all the way under his skin. His moans mixed with mine until I had no idea who they belonged to, the perfect background melody to this incredible story our bodies were currently telling each other.
My hips moved. I was grinding against him, and he was hard. I felt him right there between my center, and my moans turned louder, and the pleasure spilled all over me anew. Such an incredible feeling, I never wanted it to stop.
His hair was in my fist, his shirt in the other, and I was pulling it up, reaching underneath to touch his bare skin, the urge to know every detail on him almost overwhelming. He growled and bit my lip, sucked on them gently and hard, pressed his hard cock against my center with more urgency each time, and then he pulled my tunic up, too. Slipped a hand underneath, pressed his palm against my stomach.
I cried out, dug my fingers into his back, bit hard on his upper lip—all instinctual. March didn’t complain. Instead, he pressed his hips down on me harder and moved his hand farther up. He touched me, rough and gentle at the same time somehow, and he leaned up just a little on his elbow to give himself space. My legs were locked tightly around his hips, though, and he never broke our kiss, so we remained connected. But even while I was kissing and grinding against him, my breath was held until his hand closed over my breast and squeezed. My bra was in the way, unfortunately, but I still felt the pressure. I still showed him with every movement of my body, and with my other hand that had somehow closed over his forearm and kept pushing it down, that I wantedmore.
March did, too.
He muttered words under his breath I didn’t understand. I was delirious with pleasure and there were stars behind my closed lids, and my mind was blissfully empty.
His hand slipped under my bra eventually, and I cried out in pleasure so loudly, I should have been afraid someone would hear. I wasn’t, though. I didn’t even care if a world out there existed so long as March kept doing this to me.
He caught my moans with his mouth as well as he could and continued to play with my breast, grabbing my nipple and twisting it between his fingers until my eyes rolled in my skull. He couldn’t move as well because of my clothes, though, and I wasthisclose to begging him to take them off, but he had other plans.
Letting go of my lips, he planted kisses on my jaw and down my neck, then pulled the collar of my tunic down hard.
