Page 34 of More Than Chemical
Creases wove a pattern across his forehead. “Like what?”
I splayed my hand on the cushion and stared at the gray material between my fingers. A war ignited inside me.Do I, or don’t I?I looked up at him. He was waiting.
But my gut knew. Contrary to Emma’s opinion, he was the guy I wanted to send me into deep, blissful sleep after a round of exhausting sex.
“I wanted you to kiss me goodbye, and you didn’t,” I spoke softly but clearly. “And maybe it’s because now you know about my dad, and I know what you must think about him and me and…”
He put his finger to his lips. “I’ll admit, I was surprised, but what I think about your dad is not the reason I didn’t kiss you.”
“It’s not?”
“No.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
He shifted, his eyes now focusing on everything but me. “Because I suddenly got this feeling that I’m not the best person for you to be kissing.”
This wasn’t happening. Thiscouldn’tbe happening again. There was no way he could go from hot to lukewarm that fast. And him protecting me from his reputation? Bullshit.
“If it’s because of the thirty girls, I don’t care.” I pushed myself forward, grabbed the back of his chair, and before I could take another breath or change my mind, I kissed him.
I ran my tongue over his lips. He opened them, inviting me inside. And that was all I needed, all he needed. I was in—all in. There was no turning back.
He came out from behind the chair. I nudged him down on the futon and sat on his lap, straddling him. I buried my hands in his soft hair and kept on kissing him.
Taking control like this shocked me, but I wasn’t going to play hard to get. I needed him to know I wanted him. Right now. Right this minute.
I pressed as much of myself against him as I could, needing to feel his hard body.
One of his hands skimmed up the side of my torso but stopped and didn’t go any farther.
Was I not kissing him right? Was he not getting the proper signals?
I put my hand over his and dragged it up to my chest so he would cup my breast. My heart was pounding.
The kiss deepened. I heard a moan, and I couldn’t quite figure out if it was him or me.
Okay. Now we were getting somewhere.
“Touch me,” I whispered.
He ran his thumb over the outside of my tank and across my nipple, and it tightened instantly. I knew without a doubt the next moan came from me. I was quaking inside.
His lips left mine and trailed across my cheek to pull on my ear.
My hips gyrated against him. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted him that bad.
His hand moved to my other nipple, and I couldn’t help but press my fingers into his bicep. This was too good. He was too good. I couldn’t have made a better choice.
“I…I…” My brain and my body were reconciled. I needed more.
But before I could say any more words of encouragement, he lifted me off and tucked me in beside him. His breaths came quick and short.
“Sorry,” he said after gaining control over his breathing. “I think we’re getting carried away.”
Feeling the heat of him, I looked at his hand, still touching my belly. I wanted to guide it down a few inches, inside my pants, where my body was more than ready for him.
I started to do just that.
