Page 33 of Escape

We kiss like that for what feels like an eternity, lost in each other. Eventually, though, the need for air becomes too great and we break apart.

I’m a little breathless as I lean back in my seat and he does the same. We’re both grinning like fools as we sit there, gazing at each other.

“I could do with a bit more,” I giggle.

His eyes darken with desire at my words and he nods. As soon as I give him permission to touch me again, he starts to place slow, deliberate kisses along my neck.

He concentrates on one area in particular—just below my ear—and every time his lips brush over that spot a shiver of pleasure runs through me.

I can hear his breathing becoming heavier now so I know he must be getting just as turned on as me. The thought is incredibly arousing and I find myself growing wetter by the second.

He continues to kiss me with single-minded focus until he finally stops. But before I can complain about the loss of contact his mouth finds mine once more and we’re kissing passionately.

This time he’s not holding back at all; one hand is cupping my face while the other slips under my top to palm one breast through my bra. His touch is almost unbearably gentle but there’s a hint of roughness there too, which I find incredibly arousing.

I moan into his mouth and my whole body feels like it’s on fire. I’m so turned on right now that it’s becoming difficult to think straight.

He breaks the kiss suddenly and pulls back, leaving me breathless. His eyes are dark with lust as he looks at me and there’s a hint of desperation in his voice when he speaks.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he says, his voice rough. “I need to be inside you.”

I don’t reply; instead, I pull down my leggings, leaving me in just my kickers and the hoodie he thought was so sexy.

My skin is covered in goosebumps but not from the cold—it’s from the heat of his gaze as he takes in my nearly naked form. There’s hunger in his eyes, mixed with something else; something that looks suspiciously like love.

But before I can analyse it further, he reaches for me, pulling my body flush against his own. The contact is electrifying and I gasp at the sensation.

His hands are everywhere—one is tangled in my hair while the other is cupping my ass, pulling me even closer against him. Our bodies are pressed together so tightly that I can feel every ridge and contour of him through our clothes.

And then he leans forward slightly, and pushes my hoodie up and off me. The next thing I know his lips have found one breast and he’s sucking gently through the fabric of my bra.

The sensation is indescribable; a mixture of pleasure and pain that makes me want to both laugh and cry at the same time. Everything feels magnified somehow—every touch, every kiss—until all I can focus on is him and how good he makes me feel.

He continues to suckle at one breast while his hand finds its way between us. I gasp as he cups me through my underwear, applying just the right amount of pressure.

I’m so turned on now that it wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge. But I want this to last; I want to enjoy every single moment and make him feel as good as he’s making me feel.

So, I break away from him and take a step back. He looks at me with a confused expression but before he can say anything I reach down and start to undo his jeans.

He watches me silently as I lower his zip and then slip my hand inside. His breath hitches in his throat when he feels my touch and for a moment he closes his eyes, lost in sensation.

I wrap my fingers around his cock, marvelling at how hard he is. But before I can do much more than that, he grabs my wrist and pulls me towards him again.

“As much as I’d love you to finish what you started,” he says with a low growl, “I need to be inside you first.”

And then his lips are on mine once more, silencing any protests or objections. We kiss like there’s no tomorrow; all tongues and teeth until finally we’re both out of breath.

When we part again our gazes meet; there’s something raw and vulnerable in his eyes that takes my breath away. It’s a look that says more than words ever could—that he wants me, all of me—body and soul.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks quietly. “Because this time there is no going back.”

I nod without hesitation; it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

“Just promise me one thing,” I reply softly. “That if this doesn’t work out…we’ll still be friends afterwards.”

He doesn’t answer directly but I can see from the way he’s looking at me that he feels the same. And in that moment I know, without a doubt, that this is right—that we belong together.

“Always,” he says at last, his voice filled with an emotion I can’t quite identify. “I promise.”

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