Page 115 of Sparks Fly
He leans across, his eyes flicking to my lips. “This… between us…” He pauses, his breaths heavy.
“Shouldn’t have happened,” I say.
“No.” His lips are inches from mine.
My eyes drop to his lips, silently begging. “We can’t let it happen again,” I whisper, my chest rising and falling.
“We can’t.” His lip twitches and I flick my gaze onto his.
“I am being serious.” I edge back slowly. He is like a drug I can’t quit.
“So am I.’
“Okay.” I nod, sitting back into my seat as I lick my lips of a stray droplet of rain.
Tossing my coat into the back of the car, he raises a brow.
“It’s wet.” My cheeks flush crimson.
“Is it, now?” He drags his bottom lip between his teeth, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel.
“Get your mind out the gutter.” I swat him, and he laughs.
“So, where am I taking you?” he asks, his long finger tapping. His head swings to look at me and I sigh.
“To mine and Nora’s.”
“Okay.” He is hesitant, his eyes facing forward at the rain covered windscreen. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he finally says after what feels like a lifetime of silence.
“You have to…” I can’t even look at him.
“I don’t want to.”
My fingers draw circles on my bare thigh, and his eyes fall to that area. Looking over at him, I give him a soft smile.
“That one night replays over in my head,” he admits and I nibble the inside of my lip.
“Me too.” I look at the rain on the windowpane and inhale heavily.
“Then why are we fighting this?”
“Because…” I trail off and drop my head.
His fingers grip my chin, turning my face to look at him.
“Because nothing,” he whispers, lips hovering over mine.
I know I should pull away, but I don’t.
I kiss him.
I give into the temptation and all doubt that was once in my mind slowly drifts away.
Our kiss is heavy and passionate, teeth clashing, tongues entwined, and I moan into his mouth as he holds onto my face.
I needed more of him. Breaking the kiss, I climb over the centre of the car and straddle him, my hands clasped on the side of his head as I crash my lips into his. His large hands are on my thighs, squeezing my skin as he slowly pushes my skirt around my waist.
“Not going to lie, Ace,” he rasps, his hands clinging to my waist. “I have fantasised about fucking you in this uniform.” His words vibrate against my throat and I smirk, hovering over him.
