Page 29 of Unhinged Magic
She was the most infuriating person I had ever met. I kept my voice low, my eyes capturing hers with an intensity that blew my mind and probably my load when I returned home. “Tell me you aren’t attracted to me in the slightest. Tell me right now, and I’ll leave,” I demanded, uncertain if I could act on my promise if she did.
She remained silent.
I tried again, softer this time. “Please let me kiss you.”
She twisted her ring.
My next words came out in a whisper. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”
My dick ached in my pants, knowing that, if she said yes, I would finally get to taste her. Something I had wanted for years.
The room stilled. Wind whistled outside, whining as it squeezed through a gap in the door.
“Okay.”
I blinked, sure I’d not heard her correctly.
But as she sat there, arms wrapped around her legs, her gaze held mine, curious and wide. Twisting the lines of childhood friends into something else entirely.
“Okay?” I asked, to be doubly sure.
Her head bobbed slightly. “Okay.”
She breathed so softly that I barely heard it. But I did. There was no mistaking her shallow breaths.
Frightened she would change her mind, I moved closer. She lowered her legs to the bed, and I moved over them, hovering, frightened to push my luck.
My hand skirted over her jawline, curled into her hair. Desire unfurled deep inside me.
Inches from her lips, our breath coasted in the air between us, until I closed the gap, sealing us together. The connection was instant, spreading throughout me as if she were some languid fever taking hold, gripping me tightly.
I kissed her slowly, cautiously. Knowing any second, she could call it, and I would need to back off. My lips moved against hers, and as my tongue captured her own with a gentle caress, a whimper escaped from her. It was all I needed to deepen the kiss, and I devoured her mouth with intent this time. She tasted sweet, like fresh honeydew, and I knew that, even if I never got to kiss her again, I would forever remember her taste.
A groan moved from deep within me as her hands sank into my sides, delicate touches turning into something more brazen. Her hands crawled underneath my hoodie, under my tee, until she found flesh, branding my skin. I sank over either side of her legs, easing her backward until she lay beneath me, my dick straining in my pants between us. It was everything I had ever wanted and more. I couldn’t stop tasting her.
When I begrudgingly pulled away, I swept her hair behind her ear, staring down at her. Drowning in the intensity of her, I felt like a boy after his first kiss.
“Tell me you don’t feel this,” I rasped, my thumb brushing a line across her bottom lip. “Tell me you don’t like how I kiss you.”
I was skating on thin ice, not sure if I was about to fall right through.
As if she sensed my need for reassurance, she arched against me, and it was all I needed. I crushed my mouth against hers as she wound her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. Relief flooded through me, absorbing into every part of me. Her kiss was like nectar.
Coaxing her mouth open, our tongues met, each stroke matching mine like an unspoken secret. It was no ordinary kiss. I felt it strip me like worn paint, each kiss exposing another layer. How she did that, I would never know.
This is what I wanted. What I needed so badly. To feel her lipshungryfor mine.
When we finally pulled apart, our chests heaved.
“Wes,” she whispered, all breathy.
“Tell me what you need,” I said, pressing into her, making it clear what she did to me. I’d never been this hard in my life, the intensity between us like nothing I had felt before.
A sigh slipped from her lips. “Wes, I feel…”
My hand skimmed her waist, molding to the curve of her hip. Waiting.
She sat up, resting on one elbow, the other diving into my hair, nails caressing my scalp. I welcomed her touch, one I had only ever imagined I would get.
