Page 101 of Love Undiscovered
“I do?”
“Yes, I feel like we have all this chemistry that I don’t quite know what to do with and it’s frustrating. And then at the same time, you’re just all normal. Why haven’t we fucked. Don’t you want to fuck me?”
He looks a little surprised at that. “Yes! I do. I want to fuck you every minute of every day. But we need to talk first.”
“No more talking.”
“It’s important,” he says.
“You aren’t married?”
“No.”
“Fucking someone else?”
“No.”
“Then I don’t care.”
“Are you sure?”
I nod my head.
He hesitates, as though he is trying to decide what to do. I lean into him, fisting his t-shirt to help me stretch up slightly and align our lips. He moves in closer, I can feel his breath, another inch and I’m pressing my lips to his. His tongue flicks at the seam of my mouth, demanding entrance. I open for him, and he pulls me in closer.
My entire body tingles and my head spins like I’m on one of those carnival rides where the little cages spin and turn and roll at the same time. His lips ghost across my jaw and move down my throat, the scrape from his whiskers sending goose bumps down my spine. I don’t want this to end.
Ever.
This right here must be why people are in relationships. To experience this every day.
“God, Chance.”
I slide my hands up his chest and cup his neck, bringing his mouth back to mine. I want to take the kiss even deeper, but he has other plans.
“Okay, let’s go,” he practically growls against my lips, his decision obviously made. He grabs my hand and pulls me toward the front door, and I stumble after him to keep up.
* * *
He follows me back to my place. It’s all I can do to concentrate on driving there without wrecking my car. I’m so excited by the thought of getting him in my bed. I pull my car into the garage, he pulls his bike in beside me. I push the button to shut the door and am out of the car launching myself toward him before he’s practically off the bike.
Our mouths meet, I’m desperate to feel him. I push his jacket off his shoulders and it falls to the floor, then I push his t-shirt up, licking and biting my way along his abs up to his nipples. He pulls my face to his and takes my mouth in a kiss that is nothing like the others. This kiss being weeks of pent-up frustration and sexual energy pouring out from his lips to mine.
His hands travel from my ass up my spine, he grabs the back of my blouse and rips it in half.
Literally.
It falls from my shoulders down my arms. I look up at him.
“I could have taken it off,” I laugh.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he says.
“It was vintage,” I whisper.
“I’ll buy you a new vintage.”
“That’s not…”
