I trace circles on her skin with my mouth, and I suddenly have an urge to kiss her again. I pull her onto my lap, and she doesn’t resist. I kiss her gently this time, savoring the taste of her lips. She slips her tongue into my mouth and gently guides me to follow her slow rhythm.
Where’d she learn to kiss like that? I wonder.
“My mom isn’t home,” she announces as she tries to catch her breath.
She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
She stands and leads me by the hand across the boundary of our two houses. Such a natural act that holds so much meaning for us right now.
She unlocks the door and doesn’t turn the light on.
I know her house well enough to take the lead. I walk up the familiar staircase into the first bedroom on the right.
I switch on her light and close the door.
“You – you want some music?” she stammers, and I know she’s nervous.
I nod. “Anything you want, Bella.”
She smiles, and the sound of Anna Nalick’s “Breathe” fills the room.
I find it ironic that she plays that. Did she think that is what I was doing? Jumping the track?
I walk up behind her and slip my hands around her waist. I held Hayley before, but I know this is different. She leans her head against my chest, and I sway with her. She turns in my arms and looks up at me like I am her world and her undoing all in one.
“I should have danced with you tonight,” she tells me.
“You’re dancing with me now.”
I bring my lips to hers, holding her firmly against me. My arms circle tightly around her.
I reach for her zipper and slowly slide it down her back.
She moans, and I stop kissing her for a second. “Is this what you want?” I whisper.
“Yes.” She smiles at me and wraps her arms around my neck. “It’s everything I want.”
I slide her dress down her petite frame and smirk.
She’s fucking gorgeous. No girl I have ever been with compares to Hayley.
She covers her breasts shyly, and I remove her hands.
“You have nothing to worryabout; you’re perfect.”
She let her hands fall, and I replace them with mine. I suck in a breath. She closes her eyes, and I kiss her eyelids.
I knead her perky breasts over the material of her bra and then reach behind her to unclip it.
“You’re so, so, so perfect.” I take one taut nipple into my mouth.
She grips her hands in my hair, and I pick her up and carry her, placing her on her bed.
I lay her down and stare at the glorious girl under me, and soon, she’ll be mine.
I undress her slowly, and her cheeks flush. I wonder what she is like when she is with Logan. Did red coat her cheeks? Did she scream his name as she fell apart? The thought alone pisses me off. That was about to change, right now.
I position myself in between her legs, and she gasps. I rub my length against the material of her panties, and she moans and arches up.
