Page 75 of Destroy (Deadly Hearts 2)

“They’d be right,” she says with a laugh and then tilts her head back, reaching up to cup my face.

I feel like I’ve won the lottery.

I take the risk and bend down to kiss her. She clings to me, fisting her hands in my t-shirt. I push my tongue against hers. She thrusts hers back, moving her hand around to the back of my neck to pull me closer to her. She kisses me in a way that is so sexy, making me imagine all the things she could do with her tongue. I stop thinking. I run my hands up her back, under her t-shirt and she freezes.

It takes me a second to register, and then I groan and pull back, removing my hands.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter, disappointment, regret, sorrow coursing through me.

“No,” she says, taking my hands and placing them on her hips. “If I don’t do this, I will have failed as your girlfriend and I detest failure,” she says, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Girlfriend,” I whisper and slip my hands back under her top, but take it slow and steady so she can get used to feeling them there. “I like the sound of that.”

“That’s what we agreed on,” she reminds me.

“I know. I guess with all the others, I thought it would be redefined.” I am fucking elated. I want to sing and dance and shout it from the rooftops for all of the world to hear.

She shakes her head. “No. I don’t see it that way.”

“Good,” I whisper against her mouth. “I love you.”

“I love you,” she says, which fills my heart with joy.

I kiss her again, feeling her press her body against mine. I want to ravage her. I want to lift her up onto the windowsill and fuck her until she screams my name, but that isn’t going to happen. I will take what she is offering me and if she wants to take it further, she can.

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