Page 67 of You Had Me At Thirteen

‘Isn’t it obvious?’ I run a hand through my hair before it falls back into my eyes.

Is she really going to make me say I have some serious feelings for her? Wouldn’t my trying to find her stalker be an obvious enough sign that I feel something? Ever since I laid eyes on him at that party, I haven’t been able to get the look on his face as he followed her out of my mind. It almost fucking haunts me, so I asked around about him. It was luck that brought him to me tonight. That, or fucking destiny.

Just when I think she’s going to make me sweat for longer, she pushes off the door, coming to kneel in front of me. As she runs her soft hands up my thighs, she pushes herself between my legs, her warm breath settling against my chest.

My head falls back, my eyes closing when she dances her fingers over my stomach and up to my shoulders. Every part of my body she just touched tingles, sending my dick twitching against my jeans. When I open my eyes, Matilda’s bottom lip is sucked between her teeth again, concentration set on her perfect face while she drags her eyes over my body.

Reaching down to pull her lip free, I run my thumb over it. ‘What are you doing to me?’ I say.

She gives me a small smile. ‘I could ask the same question,’ she says as she gazes over my chest one more time, her eyes flicking up to mine so she can stare at me through her long, thick lashes.

I lean down, inch by inch, until our lips are almost touching. But I don’t go further. I want to breathe her in for a moment, savour having her this close to me.

Her body heat consumes me, her breath dancing over my lips as neither of us makes a move. Each breath we take is the same, and I have to steady myself by gripping the edge of the tub.

‘We can’t,’ I say against her lips. ‘Not here.’

She gives her a head a slight shake. ‘No. We can’t.’

But her body language doesn’t match her words. She wants this as much as I do, and I know it when she closes the little distance left between our lips and crashes hers to mine. The instant she does, my hands are on either side of her face. It’s like our mouths and bodies remember each other.

Matilda grabs my neck, digging her fingernails into my skin, as she pushes her sweet tongue into my mouth. She nips at my bottom lip, so I wrap my hands around her waist before lifting her and pressing her into the door with a thud.

I find my way under her shirt, spreading my fingers over her ribs, trying to get as much of her skin onto mine as I can. She feels like velvet and silk, her lips forceful but soft.

I’m lost in her, and I don’t want to find my way out of the maze. Her heart is the beacon leading me to safety. All I know is that when she’s near, I can breathe.

She tugs at my hair, pain shooting over my scalp, but I welcome it. This woman continues to surprise me, my thoughts now on all the things I want to do to her. With her legs around my waist, she pulls me closer until my erection is pressed against her centre.

She whimpers at the contact, grinding herself into me. ‘Wren, God,’ she says, moving her hips faster, sending her body shaking.

Fucking hell.

Those words have me feeling like a god right now. Nothing can destroy my high as Matilda’s soft moans and whimpers fill the surrounding air.

Grabbing her arse, I lift her higher. ‘That’s it beautiful. Let me hear you come.’

Her breathing increases, her moans hot against my neck, sending my heart pounding in my ears, the overwhelming desire to be inside her making me feverish. If I didn’t smash that guy’s face in tonight, Matilda wouldn’t be in my arms right now. I should fucking thank the prick.

How the fuck do I tell her how I feel? Yes, we’re pressed against each other, but the physical I can do. The emotional, not so much.

She’s on the verge of coming, her moans growing louder, her movements sloppy as she grips my shoulders, nails digging in. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

But before I can explore her body further and revel in the sounds she makes when she loses it, my mum’s voice rings out in the silence. My body stills, and I almost drop Matilda on her arse.

I lied. My high from moments ago has now crashed through the floor, making its way to the centre of the fucking earth, never to be seen again. This is just a reminder though, of why Matilda can’t be part of my life. She has to leave.

Now.

I lean my head against the door as I attempt to settle my breathing back into a steady rhythm. Matilda reaches out to touch me, but I pull back, so she withdraws her hand, placing it by her side.

‘Wren?’ Her voice is soft, unsure.

‘You should go.’ I can’t even look at her, so I stare at the door instead. I’m doing it again, but I can’t stop myself.

Mum calls my name again, so I open the bathroom door and head into my room to grab a black t-shirt, throwing it over my head. My dad should be here tonight, caring for his sick wife, but no.There’s something I need to sort outhe said six weeks ago, then left.

Matilda follows me into my room. ‘Is your mum okay? Can I help?’ She pleads with her eyes for me to let her in.

---