Page 122 of Through My Window
“Just a little.”
After passing by his grandfather’s room again, Ares brings me back to my house, parking his car out front. The sexual tension in the air makes it hard for me to breathe. He unbuckles his seat belt and turns his body toward me.
“I know it wasn’t the most romantic date in the world, but I had a great time. Thank you for being by my side tonight.”
“It was perfect,” I tell him honestly, “I’m so glad your grandfather is okay.” Ares rests his elbow on the steering wheel and runs his thumb across his lower lip.
“It’s time for the important question.”
“What question?” I ask. He leans over me, forcing me to bury my back in my seat, and his face is so close to mine that his breath caresses my lips.
“Do you kiss on the first date?”
I haven’t thought about that at all. I don’t have much knowledge of the dating world, but I remember Dani telling me that she was the type to kiss on the first date. She said she needed to know if there was chemistry or not, so she wouldn’t waste her time with future dates.
However, this situation isn’t the same. I know there’s chemistry, too much I would say, and that he’s a great kisser, and that’s the problem. I don’t know if I can control myself if I kiss him because I know my self-control has a limit. Ares wets his lips.
“Aren’t you going to answer me?”
My breathing is already agitated, my heart on the verge of collapse, and I can’t speak. Ares lets out a sigh of defeat and returns to his seat.
“I’m sorry. I’m pushing you again.”
Unable to help myself, I unbuckle my seat belt and grab him by his shirt collar to pull him to me. His lips find mine, and I moan at the sensation.
Ares growls, grabbing my hair, moving his lips aggressively over mine. The kiss isn’t romantic, and I don’t want it to be. We’ve both missed each other too much for it to be romantic. It’s a carnal, passionate kiss, full of volatile, strong emotions. Our hot breaths mingle as our wet lips touch, squeeze, suck each other, igniting that uncontrollable fire that flows between us so easily.
His tongue traces my lips, then gets into my mouth, intensifying the feelings. I can’t help but moan against his lips. Ares slips his free arm around my waist to pull me closer to him. My body is electrified, every nerve responding to every touch no matter how slight it is.
Ares pounces on me, forcing me back in my seat, without separating his mouth from mine. He uses the lever to push my seat back, and moves from his seat to mine, getting completely on top of me. I’m amazed at his ability to do that so quickly. His legs stay between mine, spreading them apart, and I’m glad I have leggings on under my fall dress, because he pulls it up to my hips, exposing me.
He presses his body against mine and I can feel how hard he is through his pants. His mouth leaves mine to attack my neck. I stare up at the roof of the car as he devours the skin of my neck and moves down to my chest, his clumsy hands pulling down the straps of my dress.
Going against everything I’m feeling right now, I put my hands on his shoulders.
“Ares, no.”
He lifts his head, his desire-filled blue eyes meet mine, and my self-control wavers. His chest rises and falls with his accelerated breathing. He gives me a warm smile.
“Okay.”
His mouth finds mine again, but this time softly and tenderly. I smile against his lips, and mutter: “vanilla latte.”
He pulls away from me.
“What?”
“The coffee you had.”
Ares smiles back at me, and he’s so fucking gorgeous. He gestures at his pants.
“Do you still think this is not torture?”
“Just a little.”
“Sure, it’s fine with me, though,” he runs the back of his hand across my cheek. “It will only make it much more intense the moment when you give yourself to me again.”
“You sound pretty sure that’s going to happen.”
