Page 63 of Forgetting You, Forgetting Me

His flesh breaks out into tiny goose bumps. I’m mesmerized by each one. I want to run my fingertip over each ridge.

“Thank you.” With slow, apprehensive fingers, he gently brushes a curl of hair from my brow. I whimper, his touch doing something it shouldn’t. His words however, completely ruin me. “So…are you.” He swallows. He’s visibly nervous.

“Saxon…” I don’t even know what I want to say. This entire time, I knew I felt something…more. More than I should. And it’s wrong. I shouldn’t feel anything but friendship for him, but I can’t squash down this invisible pull every time he’s near me.

Our eyes lock and I get lost in an ocean of tranquility. Saxon is my anchor, saving me from drifting away when uncharted waters become too rough.

I know what’s going to happen. I need to stop it. But I can’t. He closes the distance between us so painfully slow, I almost forget to breathe. My stomach begins somersaulting and my body heats with…desire. I want him to kiss me.

“Thus from my lips, my sin is purged,” he whispers, licking his bowed upper lip.

He is asking my permission, but he doesn’t need it.

“Then have my lips, the sin that they have took.”

RecitingRomeo and Julietto a book geek is the way to my heart. But he could say nothing at all and I would still feel this tsunami rolling within.

He smirks, the incredible sight taking my breath away.

This is the time to pull away, to say no, but as he edges closer, I find myself edging closer, too.

At first, I’m taken aback, and remain motionless at the unfamiliar sensation of the softest pair of lips lightly touching mine. They’re apprehensive, testing the waters, and they’re also afraid. Saxon’s confident demeanor is now replaced with trepidation and longing. The sentiment has me tingling from head to toe.

Our lips are pressed together in a deadlock, but neither of us dare move. We’re both afraid that whoever makes the first move will set off a chain reaction of uncontrollable catastrophe that will seal our fates forever.

The thought is the reality check I so desperately needed and I tug away, horrified at what almost transpired between us. But my sense of right and wrong soon fades away when Saxon’s hand snaps out. He fastens his fingers around my nape, drawing my face to his. We’re inches apart, watching one another, never blinking. His warm breath fans my cheeks. I can feel his desire in every breath he takes.

On his knees before me, surrendering everything that he is, he whispers, “Let’s pretend tomorrow doesn’t exist.” Pressing his forehead to mine, he earnestly says, “Whatever happens now, it’ll just be memories from yesterday.” I can feel the tremble rumble throughout his entire body, and his uncertainty leaves me abandoning any lingering doubts. For this stolen moment in time, I just want to…feel.

Gently pushing on his bare, solid chest, he allows me to climb onto his lap as he nestles into the rocky terrain. Without a second thought, I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on tight, with no intention of ever letting go. His chest is rising and falling so quickly, I’m certain I can hear his heart hammering wildly within his body. The cadence matches mine as I seal my mouth around his. The touch of his full lips pressed to mine is complete perfection. But when he angles my mouth at the perfect slope and skillfully tangles my tongue with his, I know thatthisis nirvana.

The kiss at first is slow, like a roller coaster beginning its incline. But as we reach the pinnacle, it’s an exhilarating head rush of fast, breathtaking passion. When he senses me coyly opening up, lowering my guard and losing myself in the moment, he growls into my mouth. He dominates me with a fierce desire and in this moment, I am his.

I can’t keep up with the frantic pace, and finally, I surrender all I am. I allow him total control, melting when he sucks my bottom lip with a long, wet pull. I madly fuse our lips together, unable to get enough of this heady feeling, needing him to consume me, devour me, make me whole.

He is everywhere, engrained into my every pore, but yet he’s not close enough. I cup his face, his soft stubble feeling like silk underneath my fingers. He moans into my mouth, the sound doing something to me I can’t explain. Pressing my chest to his, I feel his heart still pounding frantically against mine. It pleases me to know he’s just as affected as I am.

I wrap my arms around his neck and toy with the long strands of hair curling at his nape. When he moans even louder, I thread my fingers through his hair and yank hard, fisting his thick locks. He hisses, the sound striking straight between my legs. I’m so turned on, I can feel myself getting wet and I’m embarrassed that all it took was a kiss to get me so worked up.

Our mouths never miss a beat as we kiss recklessly, both appearing to live by Saxon’s words of pretending there is no tomorrow. When I feel something firm stir between us, I whimper, shamelessly wanting to feel more. Flashes of what I saw in the shower flicker behind my eyes, and without a second thought, I rock my hips, gasping at the unforeseen awakening within. This is so unlike me, but I like it.

Each tango of tongues and sashay of lips drives us closer to crossing the line of no return. But who am I kidding? That line was crossed the moment I saw Saxon as someone other than Sam’s brother. This should feel so wrong, but it doesn’t. It feels right.

I continue kissing him until I can longer breathe without him. He becomes my life source—each kiss bringing me back to life. But when I hear my name catching on the wind, the reality of what I’m doing and who I’m doing it with douses my flames, reminding me that right now, right this second, I’m an adulterer. I’ve just cheated on Sam, and with this brother no less.

I feel sick.

Yanking away, I meet Saxon’s startled stare, him not understanding why I stopped. But when I cover my cheating, dirty mouth with a wavering hand, he gets it. There is no remorse in his eyes, only regret. “Lucy…”

His deep, husky voice makes this real. Makes the fact I made out with Saxon and liked it so very real. I’m disgusting.

Pushing off of him, I almost fall backwards as I attempt to stand. He lunges out to help me, but I slap his hand away. My engagement ring catches the moonlight. “Oh my god. What have I done?”

Standing on my own two feet, I look down at a broken-hearted Saxon. My need to console him leaves me winded, but I can’t. I’m afraid if I get too close, I’ll kiss him again.

“Lucy!” There is no mistaking that its Greg calling out my name. I need to get out of here.

“I’m sorry, Saxon. This shouldn’t have happened.” My lip trembles as I know I’ve just lost my best friend. But I’ve also lost a piece of me.

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