Page 109 of Truth Or Dare
A groan escapes his lips, urgent and needy. “Gabi,” he says, his voice thick and husky, and so hot it drives me crazy. “We’re going to crash if you keep that up.”
I hum against his skin, trailing my tongue along his neck. “You’re the only person I’d want to die with.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “As much as I love hearing that, I kind of want to live a few years with you first.”
My smile widens, and I pull back to meet his gaze. “Yeah?”
He nods, his eyes softening. “I want to make up for all the time we’ve lost.”
My lips curve into a smirk, and I tug my bottom lip with my teeth. “What are you going to do to make up for all this lost time?” I ask, running my hands down his arm.
Chris groans again, tearing his eyes away from me. “We’re nearly home,” he says, his voice strained. “You can do whatever the fuck you want to me when we get there.”
My stomach flutters at the sound of him calling the apartment ‘home’ and I let out a sigh, leaning back into the seat. “Fine.” I reach over to the console and turn up the music while he drives. He insisted on driving the whole way back, claiming I was a danger to everyone on the road or something. I have no idea where he got that from, but I wasn’t complaining.
I just don’t understand how I lasted living with him for so long without kissing him, because these past two days were hell. I want to kiss Chris all the time. Every second of the day.
Ten minutes, and a few more stolen kisses later, he pulls up outside our apartment, and turns the car off.
Our eyes lock for a second, a charged silence passing between us. I don’t know who moves first, but we lean in and our lips crash together. There’s too much room between us, and I need to be closer. I lean in further, dragging my hands over his chest, around his neck, and tug on his hair.
Chris moans into my mouth, making me even more needy for him. I shiver against him, swallowing his moans as he kisses me. “God, Gabi,” he groans, lifting his hand to cup my cheek. “You’re killing me.”
I chuckle against his lips, leaving a few lingering kisses before I pull back. “We can’t have that,” I joke, opening the car door and stepping outside.
Chris follows, locking the car as we make our way inside. As soon as we make it into the elevator we’re back on each other; his hands roaming over my body like he’s mapping it, exploring it, memorizing it with his touch. I cling to him, kissing his lips with a desperate need.
Kissing Chris is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I’ve kissed many people—many. Most of them, I can’t even remember their names or faces, and others were pretty good. But this…
All of those kisses combined couldn’t compete with Chris.
The elevator dings, and Chris pulls back with a hazy look in his eyes.
“Why’d you stop?” I ask him.
He grins, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. “We’re almost at our door, baby.”
A shiver runs down my spine at the nickname, and I smirk, tugging my bottom lip between my teeth. “You called me baby.”
Chris chuckles, running a hand through his messy curls. “I did.”
I lean into him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I like that.”
“Yeah?”
I nod, pressing my lips to the corner of his mouth. “It makes me feel like I’m really yours.”
His eyes soften as he caresses my cheek, looking deeply into my eyes. “You’ve always been mine, Gabi. Even if you didn’t feel the same. There’s only ever been you for me.”
His words make me suck in a breath as our eyes lock together. I could stare into them forever.“I wish I had realized my feelings for you sooner,” I admit.
He shakes his head, his brows dipping. “Don’t do that,” he says. “I don’t want you to regret any of your decisions or experiences because of my feelings. Besides…” He smirks. “We got there in the end. I got you in the end.”
I smile and dive back in, kissing him. He opens up for me, and my tongue traces over his, tasting and savoring him, showing him how much I love him. There’s not a single word in the English language that could express how deeply my heart aches for him, how much he’s meant to me all these years, and how empty my soul felt without him here.
And how empty it’s going to feel when he eventually moves back.
I shake the thought away, kissing him deeply, and slowly walk backwards until my back hits the door.
