Page 21 of Sweet Punk
She frowns.
“Hold that expression.” I snatch up the pencil and go back to work.
Star mumbles, trying not to move her facial muscles, “But what about your art?”
“To him? It’s dumb. Useless. A pointless waste of time. He’ll be pissed when he realizes I’ve declared art as my major.”
“Oh, shit. He’ll be mad?”
“Definitely. I don’t give a fuck. It’s not his life.”
“Your mom?” Star’s brows lift on her forehead slightly before she goes back to the scowling frown that I’m currently sketching.
My chest clenches. “I don’t remember her. I was two when she died in childbirth with Jamie.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
I let a slow exhale pass over my lips and try to concentrate. “It’s okay. I wish I’d known her, but that wasn’t in the cards.” I wet my bottom lip, then bite down on it as I draw in the frown lines on Star’s forehead. “Anyway, saying you’re sorry is not something anyone in my family is proficient at doing. Kinda sucks. But it’s not like I expect anything from either of them.” I scan the work I’ve done so far and nod. “Okay, take a break.”
She nods, wiggling around on the stool as she brings her face out of the frown she’s been holding. The longer she moves and stretches, the more my eyes are drawn down to the little shorts she’s wearing—more specifically the lean legs that extend out of them. To distract myself, I get up, thinking I’ll grab something to drink. “You want some water or something?”
“Um. Yeah. Water is good.” And she smiles at me.
My gaze drops to her berry-pink lips.Fuck.I need a second to breathe. I stride from the room, crossing to the kitchen, and falter with my hand on the fridge handle because Star’s followed me. I swallow hard, pivoting to face her.
She shoots me a hesitant smile before catching the corner of her lip between her teeth. God, she’s close. Within a half-arm’s length of me. “I don’t know if this will make you feel any better. But my family is kinda bizarre, too. My dad took off when I was like eleven and a few years later, my mom married this absolute douche and—” She jerks to a stop, shaking her head and making that pink chunk of hair come loose from where she’d tucked it behind her ear. “It’s just bad. But anyway, I was going to tell you that considering your family is full of jerks, you turned out mostly okay.” She shrugs, a hint of a smile on her lips.
My brows draw together as I let a derisive, awkward chuckle loose. I grit out, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”
Her mouth opens, and she blinks several times behind her glasses, her wide eyes searching mine before she quietly says, “Maybe you should let the people who know you best be the judge of that. You’re among friends here.” She steps forward, and her hand ever so slightly brushes mine.
I scan her face. I wonder if she knows how effortlessly gorgeous she is. Her skin is creamy and smooth. And those eyes. Mine are green, too, but hers are so vibrant. Sparkling. And fringed by the darkest lashes. I’m sure the majority of people never see past the funky blue eyeglasses or the hair with the quirky pink streaks in it to the girl beneath—the one who looks at me like she sees right inside my damaged heart. And she doesn’t care. She likes me the way I am.
My head’s a mess, but my hand finds hers, and our fingers tangle together.
Why does this girl do this to me? All I want is to be close to her. But how the fuck do I do that without—Fuck it.Before I know what I intend to do, my other hand comes up and lifts her glasses to the top of her head so I can see her eyes clearly. That sea of green and the emotion churning within them nearly knocks me sideways, but it also spurs me on. My fingers slide over her smooth cheek before cupping it in my palm. Her skin is so soft. So beautiful. I stroke my thumb over her cheekbone, which sends my blood pounding through my head as my chest gets unbelievably tight.
I bring my face an inch from hers and breathe her in. My nose nudges hers. She releases a slow sigh. It’s a sound of yearning that promptly makes me lose my mind.
My chest heaves with a tortured breath, then my mouth crashes into hers. I’m so full of want, the feel of her lips against mine practically sends me to my knees. And she’s not pushing me away, either. She tilts her head to the side, and when I slide my tongue over the seam of her lips, she opens for me.
Shuddering with the need to know how she tastes, my tongue surges inside her mouth. I stroke and lick and suck, desperate to devour her. It’s never been like this before. I’ve never wanted to consume someone like I do her. And what blows me away is how fiercely she returns my kiss—like she’s been waiting for this moment all her life. The way she presses up onto her tiptoes and leans in, her breasts rubbing against my chest, makes me want to carry her off to my bedroom and do untold things to her.
It all plays out in my head, and it makes my dick swell in my pants.Fuck.She’s so fucking perfect. I want to make her come all over my fingers again so I can suck them clean like I should have the first time we were together. The mere thought of being with her again makes me feel like my brain is going to explode.
I let go of her hand so I can splay mine across her lower back and pull her tight to me. Her hands find my waist, fingers sinking into the skin just above the waistband of my joggers.Good. Safe.A ragged gasp escapes me, and I slide my fingers into her hair, holding her right where I want her. And I go back for more, sliding my tongue over her lower lip. She’s like candy. God, I want to suck on her lips, on her tongue. I want to take things so much further.
Breathing hard, I pause for a second, staring into her dilated, glazed-over eyes. Does she feel the same way I do? Need for her courses through my system. Lust, I guess.Fuck.I go in for another feverish kiss, groaning. I wonder what her warm wet mouth would feel like on my dick, what it would be like to shoot my load down her throat as she sucks me dry.
Her body bumps against mine, and I know she can feel how hard my cock is as it’s rubbing against her belly with our every movement. She whimpers, and her hands slide up my torso as we strain to get closer. I want her, I do. She makes me feel like I could actually do this. Like I could be like any normal guy with his girl. But—
Star’s fingers graze my nipples, then drift upward, and I immediately tense, my entire body going rigid and stiff. My eyes fly open at the same time I tear my lips away and remove her hands from me, shoving her hard enough that she stumbles backward. It’s like a bolt of lightning has come down and cleaved us in two.Fuck.My heart races frantically in my chest.Shit. No.Embarrassment and shame flood me.
Dazed and startled, Star fumbles for her glasses, which are still perched up on top of her head like a pair of sunglasses. Slipping them into place, her eyes meet mine. “Are you okay? What did I—?”
My jaw clenches hard, and I bend at the waist, bracing my hands on my thighs, willing myself to calm the fuck down.
“Kellan?”
