Page 30 of The Pact

“Sure! But you owe me one!”

Seriously I don’t know what I could possibly have that Lynda could ever want. “Ok.” I nod.

“Just one warning, Ausra,” she says before she walks out of the bathroom. “Hands off Kelley. I’ve been trying to hook up with him for a year now and I think tonight’s the night.”

Her words hurt more than I thought was possible. Maybe he likes Lynda and that’s why he never asked me out?

I quickly wash my hands, I kinda regret letting him kiss me last night, especially if he’s into Lynda.

But it really doesn’t matter I think, deciding not to let Kelley and his mood swings ruin my night.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Bode smiles at me and I’m attracted to him like a moth to a flame.

He’s leaning against a lamppost right outside the bathroom. His stance is relaxed, his hands in the pockets of his shorts, his long legs crossed at the ankles.

“Hey,” I reply softly as my feet carry me toward him by their own volition.

“I saw Lynda walk back alone, so I thought I’d come and check on you. It’s safe here, Ashton’s dad owns this stretch of beach and we rarely see anyone else around. But you never know at night, we’ve had to chase off the odd straggler and I’m not trying to be sexist but a girl walking around by herself could be hard to resist.”

I take one more step closer, stopping when our chests almost touch.

One of his hands immediately goes to the small of my back pushing me the rest of the way.

My palms rest against his strong, defined chest as I lift my face to meet his gaze.

His eyes are the darkest, purest blue and for a second I get so lost in their depths that I find it hard to talk. “Thank you for looking out for me, Bode.” It comes out in a rush, almost breathless as I feel his body heat seeping into me through the cotton of his shirt.

He dips his head to brush his lips against mine but it’s shallow and fleeting. “My reasons for coming out here aren’t all selfless, Ausra. I was starting to miss you and I wanted to get here before one of the others thought of it.” He takes my hand in his, moving off the lamppost and dragging me with him.

There’s a slightly possessive note in his tone and I like it. I don’t know how much Bode cares but the fact that he does, that he wants me by his side even for a minute, makes a strange warmth spread in my chest.

We walk a few feet around the low building but it’s short lived. Bode comes to a sudden stop after turning a corner. We’re on a short stretch of sand caught between the bathrooms and the wooden shack where I saw them this morning.

We can’t see the rest of the beach from here and no one can see us.

“Fuck,” he curses, turning to face me and kissing me again.

But this time it’s completely different than a few moments ago.

His lips are urgent and almost forceful as his mouth clashes with mine. One of his hands is cupping my jaw, tilting it slightly so that as soon as my lips part for him, he can deepen the kiss. This time there’s nothing soft about the way he takes my mouth, tangling his tongue with mine and sucking ever so slightly when I respond by mimicking his movements.

He emits a low, almost imperceptible growl and I only realize that we moved back a few steps when my back comes into contact with the rough surface of the bricks of the bathroom building.

Bode’s mouth never leaves mine, devouring me as if I was his last meal. He presses his whole body against mine and it’s like putting kindling to a live flame.

I feel his warmth spreading everywhere like a wild fire as a hot wave of excitement makes my skin tingle and I surround his neck with my arms pulling him closer.

It’s like the contact with his skin soothes and stokes the fire at the same time as my skin feels abuzz and reactive like a live wire.

Being pressed against a wall by Bode is totally different than in that alley last night.

Where in the back of the Stowaway my body was rigid and overcome by revulsion, now I’m on fire for all the right reasons.

As Bode keeps stroking my tongue with his, one of his hands traces the line of my jaw, descending the column of my neck, playing with the soft skin of the swell of my breasts.

I don’t realize that he’s cupping one of them until he squeezes gently and my nipple hardens, sending a violent pulse of pleasure all the way down between my thighs.

His lips leave mine, beginning to follow the same path his hand was on a moment ago, gliding down my neck.

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