Page 22 of Enemy Crush
I shrug. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”
“Interrupt what? Me telling my ex that I don’t want anything to do with her?”
My head tilts to the side. “You did?”
He nods. “Can I come in and explain?”
I don’t know. I don’t know if I want to end things before they begin or if I want to hear him out.
“Please? We need to talk,” he pleads.
I roll my eyes. “Fine, come on.” I open the door and lead the way inside. “Do you want something to drink?” I ask, setting my purse down on the entertainment stand by the TV.
“No,” he says bluntly.
I turn to face him, confused.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t want a drink. I don’t want to be with my ex. All I want is you.”
My mouth drops open, but no words come out.
“I’ve wanted you since I was a kid, Stella. And now that we’re here, I’m not messing this up. This wasn’t my plan when all this started. I only needed your help. I swear. There was no ulterior motive. Getting to know you, getting to be around you and see how great you are, I know without a doubt that I want you. I know it’s fast. I know it probably doesn’t make sense to you, but I want you. I want to see where this can go. And after that kiss last night, I think you do too.”
I’m speechless. I can’t talk. I don’t know what I would say even if I could form words.
“Say something, Stella.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“Tell me you feel the same way. Or tell me to leave. Either way, just say something.”
I take a deep breath. “Don’t leave,” is all I can manage to get out and that’s all it takes. He rushes toward me and pulls my lips to his.
Chapter Twelve
Paxton
My hands are cupping her cheeks, holding her lips against mine as my tongue finds its way into her mouth. She’s not fighting against me and she’s not pushing me away. She may be too scared to admit it, but she wants this just as much as I do. Her hands are grabbing my shirt, pulling me closer. Still, I want to hear her say it.
I slow the kiss and pull back slightly. “Say something,” I beg in a soft whisper.
“I…I don’t know what this is, but I want it too,” she says, and it feels like I’ve just been given permission to breathe.
I pull her back in and she wraps her arms around my neck as our kiss grows deeper and more urgent. My hand on her back falls down to her hip and moves around to her ass. I pick her up against me and her legs wrap around my hips.
“Where’s your bedroom?” I whisper against her lips.
“Through there,” she whispers, nodding toward a door.
I walk across the living room floor and use my free hand to turn the knob. The door opens inward and I step inside, kicking it closed behind us with my foot. The bed is only a few feet into the door and we both collapse on top. The mattress groans in protest of our weight, but it doesn’t stop either of us. Her legs are pulling me closer and her hands are pushing up my shirt. Her nails scrape against my stomach and it only causes my body to feel even more alive.
I want to ask her if she’s sure, if she wants to take things slow, but something inside of myself won’t let me. There’s no time for words now. Now, we’re both just acting upon something we’ve both wanted for a long, long time.
My hands begin pushing her shirt up her stomach and my hands burn when I find warm flesh. She tugs my shirt over my head and our kiss breaks for only a moment while I pull it over my head and sling it into the floor. My mouth finds hers and moves across her cheek to her jaw and down to her neck. I kiss down her chest as I pull her shirt up and over her head, exposing her white lace bra. I pull back and take a moment to take her in. Her skin turns pink beneath my gaze and when our eyes meet, I can see that her big brown eyes are full of fire. She sits up, making me lean back, and I watch as she reaches behind her and unsnaps her bra. I hear the pop of the elastic and then her breasts bounce free. She slings the bra into the floor before reaching for me and pulling my mouth back to hers. When she’s sure I’m not going to pull away again, her hands leave my face and they move toward the button on my jeans. Her fingers are quick and nimble as they unbutton and unzip my pants. Sooner than I thought possible, she’s pushing my jeans down my hips.
I kick my shoes off and they fall into the floor with a thud. I push my jeans down the rest of the way and then kick them into the floor. She tugs her mouth away from mine and I hear the soft moan that escapes her mouth when I move my lips to the swell of her breast. While I kiss my way lower to her hard nipple, I free her from her pants.
We’re both only wearing our underwear and my dick is hard and tenting the fabric. There’s nothing I want more right now than to slide deep inside her. I could get off just from thinking about it.
