Page 71 of Collision
“What do you think?” he whispers hoarsely.
“Thomas…” I swallow and think I should stop him… I should push him away…or at least try.
“Vanessa…” He brushes his lips against mine. Once, twice, three times… His touch is intoxicating, so much so that I close my eyes and clench my knees around his hips in an instinctive motion. Then he traces a line of slow, delicate kisses along my jaw, increasing in intensity as he reaches my throat.
I have a machine gun for a heart.
“You should…you should go…”
He moves his lips to my ear and nibbles on my earlobe beforelapping at it with his tongue, setting off a shiver in my lower abdomen. “No, I shouldn’t.”
“Please…” It’s more a desperate plea than a request. Part of me really does want him to go away. But there is another part that just wants to throw myself on his mercy and let him do whatever he wants.
“You’re talking too much,” he cuts me off, pressing his hips against me with an untamable fervor. A wave of chills runs through my entire body, a sensation I have experienced with him before, but it is even stronger now. His tongue captures mine with determined ferocity. I had hoped to put up more resistance, but I return the kiss instinctively, needy and hot.
He releases my wrists, and I take his face in my hands, deepening the kiss. He seems to become even more excited, circling one arm around me and squeezing so tightly that I gasp for air. I cling to his powerful shoulders, his muscular neck, as his hand descends to my thighs. He parts them impatiently. “I’m going to fuck you here, Ness,” he says against my lips, rubbing his erection between my legs and tearing a soft moan from me. He suffocates the sound, pouncing on my mouth ardently. “On your childhood bed,” he concludes lewdly, perversely. I blush, feeling the burning need to have him inside me again. Suddenly, however, the little voice in my head reminds me that this is all wrong. He can never give me what I need, and I can never give him what he wants. I have to stop or I will regret it; I cannot allow this boy to mess up my life any more than he already has.
I put my hands on his chest, stopping him. His heart is pounding, just like mine. “Thomas, wait…”
He pulls away from my mouth, eyes hazy with desire. We are both out of breath, our faces flushed, our lips red and swollen from kisses. We stare at each other for a long moment and while he seems to immediately sense what I am thinking, I have completely forgotten.
“You think too much…” His hoarse tone sends me over the edge. He runs a possessive hand over my neck and then lavishes it with his mouth, scratching it with his teeth, biting and licking. “Live in the moment,” he continues, sliding his hand under my pajama shirt, upto my breasts. I feel his lips curving against the hollow of my neck. “I knew you weren’t wearing a bra as soon as you opened the door.” He squeezes my breast and presses his erection against my most sensitive spot. “Stop thinking, Ness. Just stop,” he orders and, without giving me a chance to answer, goes back to devouring my mouth. My uncertainty is swept away like grains of sand scattered by the wind. Instinct gets the better of reason. I let myself be overwhelmed by those impulses that only he seems to awaken in me. I sink my teeth into his upper lip, eliciting a guttural groan from him. This time I won’t be able to blame it on alcohol when, after having sex with him, I see him in the arms of another. It will be my fault, just mine. I press my pelvis harder against him. I put one hand in his hair and, with the other, I begin to unbutton his jeans. His hand pushes below the elastic of my pajama pants, insinuating itself over the damp fabric of my panties, but then something stops us, forcing my heart into my throat.
Three words. Three simple words that make me regain all my lost clarity.
“Nessy, I’m back!”
Nineteen
“Oh my God! My mother is back!”
I throw Thomas off the bed and jump up, trying to straighten my disheveled clothes and hair.
“I noticed,” he sulks, getting up from the floor with an extremely visible erection in his pants.
“Excuse me?” I ask in a soft voice.
“I got your ice cream. I’ll wait for you downstairs,” my mother calls from below.
I open the door and, after clearing my throat, I shout, “Um, thanks, Mom. But, well… I’m not hungry anymore.” I squeeze my eyes shut tightly and pray that she believes me.
“But you asked for it less than an hour ago,” she answers, confused.
“I know, I’m just too tired now. I almost fell asleep.” Meanwhile, I hear thumps behind my back. Thomas wraps his arms around my hips and starts peppering kisses on my neck. Is he insane? I try to push him away, but he tightens his grip and his mouth on my skin makes me waver.
“Are you sure?” my mother continues. “I got exactly what you asked for: a pint of pistachio ice cream with chocolate syrup and whipped cream. I also got you some of those little rainbow cones you like so much.” I feel Thomas’s chest twitch against my back in an attempt to suppress laughter.
My cheeks ablaze, I turn my head slightly toward him and murmur, embarrassed, “I was a little hungry.”
“Oh, I could tell.” He laughs and nibbles on my earlobe, grinding his pelvis against my bottom and giving me goosebumps.
“Thanks,” I turn my attention back to my mother. “But I really don’t feel like it right now. I’ll eat it tomorrow,” I say firmly, with my head peeking through the narrow space between the door and the jamb.
“Whatever, I’ll put it in the freezer. I’m going to take a hot bath. If you need anything you know where to find me.”
“Okay,” I tell my mother quickly, before the Thomas Effect makes me completely lose my mind. I shut the door and try to think of a way to get Thomas out of here without my mother seeing him. I turn to him and put my hands on his chest to push him away. “I don’t know what depraved ideas are going through your head, but you should forget them. You absolutely must get out of here without her seeing you.”
He ignores my words, moves my hands and presses me against the door, pinning me with the weight of his body. “Am I wrong or did you just call me depraved?” he murmurs under his breath, lifting my chin with one finger. His green eyes stare at me greedily, full of danger. Those eyes should scare me, and yet I am drawn to them. Almost hypnotized.
