Page 11 of She's Mine

I turn her head and teach her how to use me to breathe, wanting to be the one she turns to when she needs something. I fight back the urge to take more, to claim this woman who makes me hunger for her. Now is not the time. It might never be the time and that’s something I am going to have to keep in mind. But it’s hard when this little honeypot is squirming on top of me and making sexy sounds she’s not even aware of making.

I tell myself to slow down but she’s a quick learner and doesn’t try to hide what she likes when I do it. I feel myself grow harder at the heated weight of her on top of me as my hands drop down to her shoulders. She’s in a white button-up shirt that seems thin as I run my hands over the material at her shoulders taking in the way it moves and slides over her body.

I need my hands on her bare skin.

It doesn’t take me long to undo the first couple of buttons on her shirt so I can brush it back from her shoulders. It takes a little while before she realizes what I’ve done and pulls away from me. I’ll take that as a compliment considering it’s my mouth that has her distracted.

“Wh…what are you…?”

“I’m not doing anything. I just want to touch.” I run my fingertips down the satiny skin of her shoulders and want to moan at the touch. She’s the softest thing I’ve ever touched and that’s just her shoulders. A shiver works its way through her, and I have to fight back the smile that wants to tilt my lips up at the corners. “See. I just want to touch.”

She starts biting her lower lip as I pop a few more buttons so I can work her shirt down a little further. I am really too old to be getting such a rush from sitting on my couch making out with a girl. But damned if Bea isn’t making me feel like a fucking teenager dying to get his fingers wet and his tongue on something sweet and soft.

“If you…can touch…,can I touch?”

“Sweetheart, you can touch anything you want. Just be aware that a touch can lead to more.” She looks into my eyes, and I find myself drowning in the pools of melted chocolate that I didn’t realize I was craving until Bea. “Be prepared to go where it leads.”

She chews on that plump bottom lip of hers and I find I need another hit of her honey. I take her mouth but this time there is nothing soft or slow about it. This one shows just a hint of the hunger I have for my little honeybee.

And then I feel her fingertips fluttering against the front of my stomach, the skin jumping like I’ve been hit by an electrical jolt. She’s worked her hands up under my t-shirt and is doing some of her own exploring as we both become lost in the caress of our tongues against one another. By the time I break away to try to take a shaky breath, both of us have our hands on one another and her shirt is all the way opened giving me a great view of her breasts cupped in lace, spilling over the edges and begging me to touch them. My shirt is up past my chest and she’s running her fingers through the short hair in the middle.

“Okay, sweetheart. You did real good but it’s time to start thinking about getting you back.”

She doesn’t really stop though and instead, I feel her mouth start to travel away from my lips. By the time her soft little lips have made it to my chin - who knew that was a fucking erogenous spot - I’ve lost my sense of what I’m supposed to be doing as my brain fogs over and I roll us so more of her is under me as I take her mouth back.

This time I’m the one kissing down her face until I can bury my face in her neck and really take in the scent that haunts me. I can’t stop myself from licking up her neck. She surprises me by giggling and trying to scrunch her shoulders up to keep me out, but there is no keeping me from this. Not when it smells so much like mine. This girl might not be mine…yet, but she smells like she belongs to me. I just have to find a way to help Bea understand who she belongs to. And do it before that damned boat party happens and I don’t have a reason to teach her any longer. I just have to find a way.

Chapter Nine

Bea

I slip inside the door and pray I don’t run into Kat. How the hell am I going to look her in the eyes given what I’ve been doing with her brother? I thought it would be so easy for me to kiss someone else and still be alright with trying to make Paul fall in love with me. But it’s not.

I have so many questions running through my head and there’s not a chance of sorting any of it out. The person I normally talk about these things with…I’m now trying to hide from. What have I done? What have I started and how can I walk away?

This doesn’t feel right. But when I’m in Bear’s arms…he makes it feel better. He makes it seem like I’m not doing something so bad.

“Bea…is that you?”

Shit!

I turn slowly and meet her eyes wondering what I’m going to say. Should I just go straight for the ‘I’m exhausted’ or try to play it off like nothing profound happened to me today? I watch as her eyes slowly leave mine and travel down.

“Oh my God! Is that a hickey?”

I slap my hand over it, not knowing if I am trying to hide it or keep it protected. “Um…”

I didn't even realize it was there.

“Did you make out with a boy tonight?”

I wouldn’t call her brother a ‘boy’ but technically she’s not wrong either. “I…,”

I can’t help but look guilty as shit making her rush over to me. “Oh my God! Was it Paul? Did you make out with Paul? Was it everything you wanted it to be? Is he a good kisser?”

I just want to burst into tears. “I…I don’t think I’ve had time to really process what happened yet. It all seemed to move so fast.”

“Oh,” she pulls back but doesn’t lose her smile, “I guess I understand that. Maybe we’ll get to talk about it later. After I come back from work.”

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