Page 120 of Collision
“Nope. I’m good like this.”
I hear him advancing on me, and my heart leaps into my throat.
“I want you to look at me when you talk to me,” he demands in a hoarse voice.
“And I want you to stay away from me.”
“No, you don’t.” He rests his hands on my shoulders before gliding them down my arms, all the way to my hips. His rough touch on my smooth skin makes me shiver. My brain tells me to pull away and maintain a safe distance between us, but my body is increasingly drawn to his. “You want me to touch you.” He lifts the hem of my shirt, running his fingers over my stomach. “You want me to kiss you,” he murmurs against my hair. “And do you know how I know?” I try to answer, but I can’t. I just shake my head mutely instead. “Because your mouth can lie, but your body can’t.” He pulls me to him, making my bottom collide with his pelvis and tearing a moan from me.
“So,” he pulls my hair away from my neck and presses his lips to my skin there. “Did you enjoy kissing him?”
“What did it look like to you?” I retort, trying to appear confident. I pray with all my might that I can somewhat hide the incredible destabilizing effect Thomas has on me.
“You seemed pretty into it.”
“Like you were with Malesya? You seemed pretty attached…to her ass, mostly.”
I hear him chuckle into the crook of my neck. If I weren’t so completely subsumed by him, I probably would have slapped him by now.
“But she didn’t get me hard the way you do.” He pushes his erection against my butt to illustrate his point. “And she didn’t make me want to bend her over the coffee table and fuck her breathless.” His hand tightens on my left hip, fingers sinking into my flesh as he licks a spot behind my earlobe. I am overwhelmed by a powerful electric shock that seems to be completely concentrated in my lower abdomen. His fingers move down to settle between my legs, which I close and tighten automatically. “Good job, tight around me is the only way I want to feel you,” he murmurs obscenely, moving his fingers to apply more pressure to my center. A warm and intoxicating sensation makes me quiver. He slides my bikini bottoms to the side and slips a finger between my lower lips, already slick with fluids. I groan and, surrendering to his magical touch, I close my eyes. He makes small circles on my clitoris, and I go boneless. I drop my head back onto his shoulder, and Thomas puts the palm of his other hand against the wall in front of me, panting against my ear. I slur his name and squeeze his wrist between my thighs. I would like to be able to push him away, but instead I move with him. I’m doing it again, making another mistake I’m going to regret. Why? Why can’t I seem to live without this? I feel like a moth that is inexorably attracted to the light, even knowing that, if I get too close, I’m going to get burnt.
“Let go. I know you want it; I can feel on my fingers how much you want it.”
His words short-circuit my brain. As soon as he feels the muscles in my legs give way, he dips one finger into me. I arch my back and push my ass against his groin, causing him to let out a low grunt of excitement. Thomas licks my neck and then sucks it. He bites me, rubbing his ever-growing erection back and forth against my ass.
I feel his breathing getting heavier as, with one quick motion, he unzips his jeans and releases his erection. He rubs it against the cleft of my buttocks, with only the thin layer of my bikini between us. I feel the hot, wet tip of him teasing my slit, sliding back and forth. The hoarse sound of his moans and the sensation of warm, moist skin rubbing against me make me even wetter, so much so that I feel an overwhelming wave beginning to build. He picks up the pace with his fingers, teasingme until my legs are shaking from another jolt of pleasure. I almost want to tell him to stop because the stimulation is too intense, but a third wave of sensation causes a spasm of pleasure so intense that the only thing I can do is squirm, sputtering incoherently.
“Spread your legs a little wider. I want to look at you and I want to…feel you.” He crushes me between him and the wall, repeating filthy things that are about to push me over the point of no return, when a knock at the door makes me jump.
“Time’s up, guys!” someone yells from beyond the door.
I blink, wide-eyed. What? That’s not possible.
“Shit,” Thomas curses, grinding his teeth in frustration. He pulls his hand out of my swimsuit bottoms, leaving me dazed, yearning, and more unsatisfied than I have ever been before.
I look around blearily and slowly lift up my head. I gasp with parted lips, breathing in the stale air of this closet. Thomas turns me toward him abruptly. Only now do I see how his eyes are hazy, filled with an excruciating desire that he is forced to repress. He grabs my jaw and tells me, “The next time you let me touch you like that, I’m gonna make you scream my name until you lose your voice.”
Feeling almost drunk, I watch him painstakingly arrange his still stiff member in his jeans and walk out of the closet. Meanwhile, I try to figure out how I got myself into this situation again.
I let him use me again, like a puppet on a string. Thomas smelled my weakness and took advantage of it without a second thought. I slump onto the floor, disappointed in myself once again.
Twenty-Nine
I have my face in my hands when Thomas reappears in the doorway, flooding the closet with the light from the room outside.
“Why aren’t you coming out?” he asks with a calmness that grates on my nerves.
“Why?” I repeat, still panting, my cheeks on fire. “Explain to me what the hell was going on in your head! Why did you do that? What were you hoping to accomplish, huh?” Thomas stares at me in astonishment before crossing the threshold of the closet again and closing the door behind him.
“I wasn’t hoping to accomplish shit. I did it because I wanted to.” He pauses and gives me a cocky look. “We wanted to,” he emphasizes.
“Are there no boundaries? Or was all that ‘I want to be your friend,’ ‘oh, I’m a selfish bastard, but with you it’s different’ stuff just a big lie?”
He squares his shoulders and tightens his lips into a hard line, glaring at me. “You didn’t seem to hate it.”
“Don’t treat me like this.” I clench my hands into fists at my sides. “Who do you think you’re dealing with, Thomas? You kiss another girl in front of me and twenty minutes later you’re slipping into my panties! Is that how little you respect me?”
“I didn’t kiss anyone. It was just a stupid hickey; you’re the one who kissed someone! And you’re the one who let me slip into your panties. If we hadn’t been interrupted, you would have let me fuck youtoo. So, instead of getting mad at me for doing what I honestly wanted, get mad at yourself for insisting on keeping this goddamned act going,” he shouts, the veins in his neck throbbing.
