Page 60 of Undone

She gazed up at me, her eyes searching mine for something—maybe the same answers I was looking for. Her hand reached out, hesitating before she rested it lightly over my pounding heart. Her touch sent a jolt through me, and I could feel my restraint slipping away, inch by fucking inch.

Colt was right.

This was obvious.

How she affected me was so damn obvious.

My pulse thundered, each beat reverberating in my ears. Her exhales mingled with mine, brushing against my lips as I leaned in, my nose grazing hers. I could feel the silkiness of her skin, the sweet scent of her filling my senses. My eyes closed for a moment, savoring the closeness.

When I opened them again, I found hers locked on mine, searching, wanting, but also holding back.

“I can’t do anything serious right now,” she whispered.

“Yeah, me either,” I agreed, though the words felt hollow.

She hesitated, her eyes flicking down to my lips before meeting mine again. “My life’s a mess.”

“And I don’t get attached to anyone,” I said, as my hand slid up her side.

She bit her lip. “Yeah, and I dated a man who was murdering people.”

“Right… and I’m a single dad. My focus is on G,” I said, my gaze dropping to her mouth.

“And I’m her teacher,” she said, gripping the fabric of my shirt.

“And I’m your best friend’s brother,” I replied, my thumb skimming back and forth.

“Yeah, we shouldn’t do this,” she said, her voice faltering, though her eyes never left mine.

“Definitely not,” I said, my grip tightening just a fraction at her throat.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, matching my own. Her lips were so close now, just a breath away.

“I’m scared,” she admitted.

“Terrified,” I breathed, backing her into the wall. The way she looked up at me, full of surprise and need, made me lose it. “Fuck it.”

And then, without another word, my lips were on hers.

The kiss was fire, the kind of flame that ignites in a spark but quickly spreads, consuming everything in its path. The need that had been building between us for months, finally roaring out of control.

This fucking girl.

It was everything I’d ever wanted, all at once. I knew her lips would drive me mad but tasting them had tenfold the reaction on my body.

She was a perfect mix of sharp and sweet, like a damn summer peach. I wanted to taste her forever.

Her kiss ruined me. It felt so right, and I knew that no other lips would ever compare.

I needed hereverywhere.

My hands slid down her back and hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her hands locking behind my head. I grabbed her wrists with one hand, pinning them above her head.

I allowed myself to get lost in her, in the feel of her, the taste of her. All the fear and doubt melted away as we gave in to what we both knew was inevitable.

And I fucking loved it.

Every brush of her lips, every touch of her hands, sent electricity coursing through my veins, making it impossible to think, impossible to care about anything other than this moment.

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