Page 58 of Steeling Her
“So . . .” I say as I start staring at the side of her face. She stops for a moment and stares back at me. That look is doing something to me right now, and I’m not sure if I like it or not.
“So . . .” She copies me and smiles back. I send her one of my own. We’re smiling like two kids who did something bad and kept it a secret from their parents.
Walking side by side, we catch glances at each other and I feel my smile widen with every step we take. “Let’s not make it awkward . . .” she blurts out and immediately slaps her hand over her mouth when realizes that she said that out loud. I laugh at her actions and take her hand in mine, feeling that spark that was between us, like a current that was flowing through her and now into me. She stares down at our intertwined hands and I smile down at her. Her hair covers her face and waves lightly with a bounce.
“What are you thinking?” I question her.Let me in, Carter,I mentally scream at her. Her eyes search my own for something as she lifts her head, her curtain of hair parting so I can see that pretty face.
“You have really pretty eyes,” she says like she’s in a daze. Blinking, she widens her eyes and steps away from me, cradling her head in her hands. She groans at herself while I stand there and smile at her.
This girl is so cute. Her eyes peep through her hands, and I realize I’ve done it again. I feel my cheeks heat up once more and the embarrassment sets in. Jesus, we’re both at it tonight. I can’t keep my thoughts inside, and neither can she.
“You think I’m cute?” she whispers to me. I feel my head nod, and I watch her cheeks blush again.God, this girl!
I walk towards her, closing the gap between us, and slam my lips back on to hers with no mercy. Her hands slide up my chest, allowing me to feel her warmth. I press her body against my own and slide my hands down to her waist.
I kiss her intensely and it’s fucking blowing my mind. Her soft lips moves with mine, and I grip her hips hard because I’m so turned on by her. It’s clear from the bulge in my pants wanting liberty. Biting on her lip making her gasp, and I slip my tongue inside her mouth and push her up against what feels like a car to kiss the fucking life out of her. The cool metal reaches my skin, and I feel myself wanting to protect her from the sudden temperature change. My body flush against hers, I can’t seem to stop what I’m doing. I sure as hell don’t want to either.
Her small hands grip on to my shirt and I start to feel her making fists with them. I cradle my arms around her face, caging her in and resting them on the roof of the car we’re making out on. Her hands drops from my shirt and takes hold of my biceps. She strokes them, and I feel the trail of fire she leaves behind. It’s intense, and I want her to keep going. I like this feeling. Whatever is between us, I like it—I like it a lot.
I slow down the kiss, feeling that we both needed some air, but I’m not stopping. No, I keep pecking her to let that feeling linger. I feel her hand reach up to my cheek and gently caress it. This girl’s kisses are addictive. I slowly pull away and open my eyes. Staring down at her with her eyes still closed, I watch her process what just happened.
“Wow . . .” she says breathlessly before opening her eyes. I grin, mentally patting myself on the back. She liked it just as much as I did.
I lean in once more and whisper onto her own lips, “My thoughts exactly.” After that, I give her one more. I stand back and start to walk backwards, dragging her along with me. I pull her towards her dorm as she looks at the building with a tired expression. I feel bad for keeping her up. We walk hand in hand, getting a few stares from people as we walk by them. I don’t care, it’s none of their damn business. They don’t know me or her. They can’t judge us.
I see lots of girls stare at our hands and flick back up to my eyes. Changing their moods from looking like they’re about to kill Carter to “come fuck me, Nick” in a matter of seconds. “Hey, Nick!” One girl bites on her lip and I nod back, dragging Carter away. It continues as we near the steps of her dorm building. Remembering the girls as they walk by us, I shudder at the thought of some of them.They’re clingy as fuck.
They flirt with me, and I give Carter’s hand a quick squeeze to silently tell her to ignore them. It’s like this every time I step outside. It’s more embarrassing when I’m with my mom, that knowing look she gives me makes me cringe. We’ve never talked about it, and I’m glad we haven’t. I’m a little frustrated with myself right now. They’re making it obvious that I’ve gotten around in front of her. I want to get her inside as quick as I can because I feel my chances being slowly ruined with her.
“Jackson! You’re looking sexy tonight. Wanna come by for another round?” a familiar face drunkenly calls out to me. I cannot for the life of me remember her name. I remember she was a good fuck though. Her mouth was fucking everywhere on me. Her legs spread quicker than butter on a summers day. And don’t get me started on the positions she was doing.
Stop that!
I send her back a tight smile and groan at the look Carter is giving me as we wait for the elevator. “Don’t.” I shake my head with her hand still in mine. I watch her laugh at me and I couldn’t help how my heart jumped erratically in my chest. That laugh does so many things to me. She doesn’t even realize it.
“Don’t be shy, Nick. My doors always open.” The girl winks over at us, and I roll my eyes.
“And apparently your legs,” I mumble to myself, but Carter laughs at the doors. Once the elevator opens, I push her lightly inside and close it before anyone else can join us. She finds a corner and stares at me. Her doe-like eyes almost makes me sink to my knees. Her head rests against the metal walls along with the top of her body while her legs crosses at the ankles.
“What?” I ask her with a smile. What is she thinking? I step closer to her and cage her in. She just shakes her head and looks downwards. “Carter, what?” I push her while laughing. She rests her head back against the cold metal box and stares back up at me. That smile graces her gorgeous face once more.
“Don’t be shy, Nick. My legs are always open.” She pokes me in the chest and I laugh at her loudly. I was not expecting that to leave her mouth. They weren’t exactly what the girl we just met said, but she mixed hers with mine and it was the last thing I expected to leave her lips. I roll my eyes, sighing as I look up to the roof of the elevator.
“I’m not going to hear the end of this, am I?” I hear the ding above us. We move out of the elevator and she shakes her head as she giggles at me.
“I promise I won’t bring it back up.” She lifts her palm in the air. “Scout’s honor.” She presses her lips together, trying not to laugh at me.
“We’re you even a scout?” I chuckle as we walk down the corridor. If you were walking down here alone, you’d be creeped out. It’s so dark.
“Nope. I just thought I’d throw that in.” Her heels echo the hallways as we begrudgingly near her door. Seeing it in our sights, I glare at the inanimate object ruining my night. I hear her chuckle lowly at herself. She’s so carefree, so chill. I’ve never met a girl like her. Usually, they’re so into the drama that surrounds them, but with her, she avoids it at all costs. She’s so different, and I like that about her.
“Look, on a serious note though, I’m sorry that happened . . .” I run my hand through my hair, missing the feeling of her hands running through it. I could let her do that to me anytime, anywhere. Her tiny hands making circles in my hair is the best feeling ever. My mom used to do that to me when I was younger, and I always loved when she did that.
“It’s okay, Nick. It’s no surprise to me.” I stop immediately, taking her words in.
“What do you mean by that?” I’m curious at what she is implying. She knows I got around, but that’s the keyword: got. I haven’t done it in a while; not since meeting her. Well, except those times with Maya, but I haven’t since then. No girl can be compared to her. Every time I even thought about getting it with someone, she works herself back into my mind. I started to compare those girls to her, which turned me off from them because there was no comparison.
“You’re a good looking guy, Nick. ” She clears her throat, realizing her honesty. “It’s no surprise every girl on campus wants you . . .” Her voice perks up and it catches my attention. The way she said it, her tone changed instantly. I watch her as she continues her way to the door and opens it.
