Page 63 of Brew
“Stay away from you.”
She snorts a laugh, tries to hide it — failing miserably — then bursts out laughing.
I let her have a moment. When her eyes find mine again, I admit, I’m chuckling too. Fuck knows why.
She puts her hands on either side of my face. I’veneverlet anyone touch me like this. Not even Valencia. “Somethin’ funny?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just…” She places a hand over her mouth. “We’ve never even kissed and yet you’ve done things to me that, well, they shouldn’t be legal.”
“You want to be kissed?” The words sound foreign to me. Idon’tkiss. Aside from the one girl I lost, I haven’t since. Kissing is too intimate. It connects two people in a way that sex doesn’t even reach.
I want to hear it. I want to hear her say it. “Answer me,” I demand. My mouth is so close to hers. Fuck, I love it when she keeps me waiting. It only fuels the fire.
She swallows hard. “Y-yes.”
I feel like a fucking smug son of a bitch, but I don’t hesitate, not this time.
I know what doing this means. It changes everything. Feelings develop. Somebody is bound to get hurt, and... Oh, fuck it. I lean forward — since she still has her hands on my face — I don’t have to move too far, and then my lips plant against hers. I hear a small moan from her mouth, then the sensation of pureness hits me like a ton of bricks. I always knew Erica’s mouth would be soft, but this exceeds anything IthoughtI knew. Clearly, I didn’t know jack shit. She’s like a heavenly cloud, her lips feel like silk.
I’m tentative at first; it’s been years since I’ve done this, but it is just like riding a bike. I just don’t remember a bike being this good. Goddamn, if I’d have known, I would have done this a lot sooner, but only with her. There is nobody else.
I tug on her bottom lip with my teeth, her throaty gasp spurs me on. My hands, which are planted on either side of her body against the wall, move to her hips. I pull her toward the very end of the counter and plant myself even farther between her legs.Exactlywhere I need to be.
I pull back, but only for a second. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited to do that.”
I enjoy the sight of her disheveled state, and I’ve barely touched her. I can’t wait to see how disheveled I can get her afterI fuck her. My heart beat races at all the dirty things I want to do to this beautiful woman.
“Really?” She sounds so shocked.Am I really that much of an ass?
I don’t answer. Instead, my mouth is back on hers as I force my tongue inside her mouth. Her hands move to my biceps, where she clutches on for dear life. If I move my hands from her hips to touch her anywhere else, we’re in deep fucking trouble. I’m no saint, and if she so much as nudges my dick, I will fuck her on this bench.
I don’t give a shit where we are. There are no cameras in here, and the door is locked. My cock thickens when I think about if she’d let me.
Our kiss takes me to another planet. I’m not even in my own body. Every nerve ending is on fire.
When she pulls back, she’s a panting mess. “Oh.”
I stare into her pretty eyes. “Oh?”
“That’s good.”
“Good?”
“Better than good.”
“Until I get a ‘oh Dylan, don’t stop,’ I’m gonna stay in this broom closet.”
She slaps me on the arm, and I realize how easy it is with her. The banter. The jokes. I can be myself. Not a lot of people know I have a sense of humor. It doesn’t come out very often, but sometimes those close to me get a glimpse.
“I think we both know you’ve already mastered that.”
I cup her face. “I want you.”
Her eyes widen again. “Here?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, my…” Her hand flies to her throat. “But what about?—”
