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“Okay,” she says, giving me a hard look. Her scent is getting stronger as her skin warms up, her heart beginning to pound as desire floods her senses.

“I just want to ask something. You are under no obligations, I swear. Just say no if you’re even the tiniest bit uncomfortable, okay?”

“Okay,” she says softly. From the look in her eyes, she already knows what I’m going to say.

“Please, Leslie,” I pause, almost unable to say the words. Finally, they come out in a rush.

“Leslie, can I touch you? Please, let me touch you.”

Chapter 14 - Leslie

Kyle’s voice is soft, but his words are perfectly clear. My body screams in response, a deep, urgent pounding between my legs and threads of warmth that spread up my belly and spine. My nipples harden almost painfully, and it’s got nothing to do with the cold.

There is longing in his voice, and it affects me deeply. Ever since the night I let him sleep in my arms, I’ve felt a stronger connection between us that I can’t deny.

That doesn’t mean it’s real. I thought it was real before, and he still left me.

His eyes are tearing at me, so full of emotion, it’s almost like he’s screaming. I can see how turned on he is, and I can’t stop myself from having a good long, hard look at his body.

“Hard” is definitely the word.

A soft gasp slips out from my lips, surprising me. I press my thighs together, trying to get myself under control, but it only makes the throbbing worse.

I want to run to him, throw my arms around his neck, wrap my legs around his waist, and beg him to take me. It’s the only thing in this whole world that I want.

I shake my head slightly, feeling the sting of tears not far off. I’ve wanted this for so long. I waited for it, some part of me begging him to come back even as I tried to convince myself I had to let him go. I can’t give in just because I’m painfully horny… that’s exactly how a girl gets hurt.

By a guy who is also painfully horny and doesn’t give a fuck about anything else.

I see Kyle’s face shut down, and I realize he’s taken the slight shake of my head as an answer. I start walking towards him very slowly. He watches me, openly looking at my body and looking more pained with every step I take.

As I get close enough, I reach out and take his hand. He breathes in, a hissing sound escaping his teeth. I link our hands together and stroke his palm gently.

“Yes,” I say softly.

His eyes widen, and shock explodes on his face. For a few seconds, he just stares at me. The moment seems to drag on, and I get a couple of seconds to wonder if I’m going to get rejected again right here and now before I even get a chance to feel his body again.

Then he grabs me by the upper arms and yanks me against his chest. When I feel his lips on mine, I wrap my arms around him, digging my fingers into his back. Kyle kisses me fiercely, and I can feel his teeth behind his tongue.

I reach up, wrapping my hands around his shoulders to get some leverage, and kiss him back twice as hard. He growls, shoving me downwards, but I just push back, reaching out with my tongue and refusing to bend. When he tightens his grip to crush me, I nip him on his top lip, and he pulls back with a short cry.

“Ouch!” he yells.

“You big baby,” I whisper, reaching for his mouth. “You want to play rough, but only if you’re winning.”

“Oh, yeah?” he growls. “Is that what you think?”

“I know it,” I say, teasing him.

I tighten my grip on him and rock back and forth, using my weight against him. He tightens his arms again and tries topull me against him to topple us over, but I plant my feet and resist.

A real growl rumbles through him as he realizes he can’t move me. I laugh, looking up into his eyes, feeling pure joy surge through me. I take advantage of his moment of weakness, lifting my feet and shoving against him. We sail towards the forest floor and hit the ground with a crash.

Kyle gasps as the breath is blasted out of him. I grab his shoulders as I land on top, squeezing them hard and giggling as I lean down to kiss him. I trail the tip of my tongue across his top lip, feeling the tiny cut I made.

He kisses me back, his tongue flicking into my mouth as he tries to raise his head. I push him down, using my weight to press down on his shoulders as well as his head. We push our strength against each other, arousal rising in us both as we compete until he falls back against the grass, breathing hard and completely surrendering.

“You’re so fucking hot, Leslie!” he gasps. “Jesus fuck, there is no woman on Earth like you!”

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