“Okay,” I say, releasing her and stepping away.
Reverie blinks, her head jerking back in shock. Then, she frowns. She doesn’t seem satisfied by my answer, but what the fuck else is there to say?
You’ve got my head all fucked up, and I’m starting to loathe that more than you?
Fuuuuck.
I need to get out of here.
Immediately.
I go to turn, but her hand shoots out to fist the collar of my hoodie.
“Absolutely not,” she snaps as she jerks me against her.
She gives me precisely zero seconds to process before she’s rearing up onto the tips of her toes and crushing her lips against mine. Instinctively, I kiss her back, but my brain short-circuits, and my heart skips several beats.
Reverie has never initiated a kiss of her own volition—not without being under duress. Which makes this kiss vastly fucking different from the rest.
Because for the first time, shewantsto kiss me.
And that really fucks with my head.
It also causes a catastrophic event neither of us can ever come backfrom, like an asteroid colliding with the planet and wiping out mankind in a matter of seconds. It will scar the Earth for ages, telling our story even billions of years from now.
Sensing something’s off, she releases me and pulls away, her brow furrowing as she stares at me hesitantly, unsure of herself. I had kissed her back, but the rest of my body froze, my arms hanging limply at my sides.
When she realizes that, her cheeks flush red, and she goes from being unsure to mortified.
“I don’t know why I did that,” she says quickly, her thoughts written across her face as her gaze darts around awkwardly. She thinks she misjudged what’s between us and overstepped, that maybe I only want her on my terms.
It couldn’t be further from the truth.
Because that would require me to have even a microscopic fuckingmorselof control over how badly I want Reverie.
And I have none.
She's a whisper in my bones. Even if I could locate where she lives inside me, I'd only ask how to make her more comfortable.
It’s the trigger that clicks my brain and body back into sync.
Growling, I grab her head and slam my mouth against hers, my insides lighting up like an exploding star. She gasps, granting me access to tangle my tongue with hers, and the second they connect, it’s as if a thousand sparklers ignite inside me.
I moan, and she responds instantly. Her arms fly up to circle around my neck as she damn near climbs me to get closer, though her short stature prevents her from getting far. I band an arm around her waist and lift her against me while the other dives into her hair.
Gasoline has replaced every drop of blood in my system, and her little mewl is the lit match. I taste it on my tongue, swallow it down, only for my body to burst into flames.
My cock swells against the band of my joggers, and it screams for just a little pressure. I can’t help but grind my hips into her.
She rips herself away, forcing me to release her. It’s sudden, and my head is a few seconds too slow, but I instinctively step forward to give chase.
Except she evades me by stepping to the right and standing before the side of my bed. A single second passes, and I narrow my eyes andclench my jaw tight, frustration rising, along with the need to dominate her.
“Rev—”
She grabs the end of her tight red T-shirt with both hands and pulls it over her head, shutting me up immediately. My mouth waters when she reaches behind her back and unclips her black lace bra before tossing that at her feet, too.
Biting my bottom lip, I groan as I take in her perfect tits and rosy red nipples, already hardened and aching for my teeth. Christ, one of these days, I’m going to fuck them, too.
