He stared at me for a moment, blinking, like he was kind of in shock. “You came.” Then he swiped his hair back with one hand and tossed his phone aside with theother.
He was up and closing the gap between us in a heartbeat. He slipped his hand around the back of my neck, under my hair, his heat bearing down onme.
I didn’t say aword.
Neither didhe.
I didn’t know what to say or what to do. I couldn’t even look at hisface.
I was still struggling with the fact that I washere.
Last night, it had pissed me off how quickly I abandoned my resolve in pursuit of his touch. How quickly I let him get me on my back. It made be livid-mad, but the anger had only fueled the desire, the need to make it happen and happen fast. I was mad at him. I was madder atmyself.
I wanted him to get me off so I could get the fuck out of there and berate myself for being so damnweak.
And just maybe… I just wanted it to happen. Maybe I knew it would happen when I got on his bus, and I didn’tcare.
Maybe I wanted to distract him from whatever was bothering him. Make him feelbetter.
Maybe I wanted him to make me feelbetter.
Maybe all I really wanted was to feel my body rock with orgasm as I clung to him. To experience that moment of ecstasy in his arms… The pleasure of it tearing me open and giving me permission, for just those few sweet, terrifying seconds, to lovehim.
Holyshit…
Was I ever fucked-up.
When I finally looked up into his eyes, his pupils were wide; black smothering all that icy blue. He leaned in and kissed me, fast, like he had to seize the opportunity before I went up insmoke.
I gave in.Immediately.
I kissed himback.
My arms went around him… his hot body, the muscled V of his back. I pulled him to me and he smashed against me, flattening me against thewall.
He kissed his way down my body, fast, tearing off my clothes as he went. My jacket. My T-shirt. My jeans; by the time he got those off, he was on his knees and I was wiggling out of my pantiesmyself.
He buried his face between my legs and started feasting on me, like he did last night—except this time he didn’t hold back. He wasn’t trying to teaseme.
I moaned and grabbed his hair infistfuls.
Jesus Christ, histongue…
“Oh God…please…” I heard myself gasp. Because I wantedthis.
I. Wanted.This.
He knew I did, as much as I fought it. Obviously, heknew.
I’d given in so easily last night, literally climbing on his face. I was giving in again right now. Giving itup.
So.Fast.
I pushed him back, stopping him, and he looked up at me. My heart slammed in mychest.
We stared at each other, both of us breathing these insane, ragged breaths, like we were halfway to death. Like we’d die if we didn’t get to fuck eachother.
Maybe that wasit.
