Page 20 of Paper Thin Love

I feel alive for the first time in years.

His body pushes mine back, hitting the door again, caging, ambushing me in the most delicious heated blanket ever to touch my skin.

More. I want more.

I’ve lost it.

He keeps his lips gentle, as if testing uncharted waters, and I’m left clinging to his direction as the compass turns due north.

Another moan breaks free. From who I don’t know. His hands find my hair, and they grab my bun, tugging me higher so he can deepen the kiss.

“I’m going to mess you up, Mila,” He seductively predicts between kissing me. He grabs the hair bow holding my hair in place. His eyes close again, lips curving against mine. A hum of satisfaction vibrates up his throat as he sets free my hair, breaking the ideal ballerina bun; it's pure anarchy. The touch of my hair falling down my shoulders makes me sigh.

I kiss him back, swallowing what he gives me, brushing my tongue over his, fighting, swirling, and coaxing it. His taste is surprisingly good, like sweet spearmint and dark chocolate. Bitter, sweet, deceptive, yet safe.

How can that be?

Smooth silk touches my fingertips. When did I grab his hair?

His breath hitches, encouraged by my replies. It scrapes over my cheeks with each exhale, causing a red flush that might be as permanent as a tattoo.

A new hardness nudges the apex of my legs as he grinds his hips against mine. Does he feel the anxiety of being consumed, lost at sea, and swallowed by the storm that these sparks produced?

Kissing Jared just wasn't likethis. It was forced. At first, I kissed Jared because I was excited to learn how to. It was like checking off a box. Kiss a guy, check. Make out, check. A guy touched my boob, check. That’s all it was: a series of tics.

I thought something might be wrong with me because I didn’t feel anything more with Jared. I tried; it wasn’t hard at first to let Jared kiss me, for him to slip his hand under my shirt.

As abruptly as it happened, Dash halts it. My breath snags in my throat when I see the gleam in his eyes. The icy blue streaks take over the hazel, smothering all the warmth. It’s a volatile mixture of lust, surprise, and something I can’t decipher.

Jaw clenched, he grabs my hair, wrapping it around his fist. He presses his hips to mine again. His hard cock nudges and presses against my sex, as if trying to show me what I did to him.

As ifIwere the beast who caused this reaction.

Another push of his hips into my mind sends heated shocks of pleasure up and down my body, making me tremble.

Why is he watching me like I’m prey stuck in a snare? I close my eyes, unable to hold his stare.

This is a dream. This isn’t real, right?

I tip my head back as I swallow down a moan as he rolls his hips again! I inhale deeply, ready to feel more pleasure, but then his hips are still. My hungry eyes snap open, and reality smacks me in the face.

What the hell is happening here?

My trembling fingers touch my lips.“You kissed me.” And I felt it. I felt so much!

Why didn’t I feel that way when Jared kissed me? Why stupid body? Why?

The smug psycho grins as he brings his hand to his evil mouth, brushing his thumb over this bottom lip, savoring my taste.“Clearly.” he gives me a nonchalant shrug.

I gulp as I try to stand taller.“Why?” I breathlessly ask.

“I don’t know.” He bites his bottom lip as his eyes watch my reaction.“I just felt like it.” He replies in the most honest tone he’s spoken so far. I can see the confusion in his eyes mirroring mine.

He chuckles, trying to stop me from seeing what he truly thinks.“You’re so sweet, Mila.” He slumps into a relaxed pose against his crutch.“Tell me how you survived this long. I want to know your secret.” He purrs so sexily my knees quiver.

I numb myself.

“Why?” I whisper as I press my fingers against my mouth, my voice echoing slightly in the stark, fluorescent-lit school office. I flatten my palms against the door behind me. Deep in my core is a tightening need that is begging my feet to spring forward and into his arms.

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