Page 87 of Insatiable

“Hi,” I reply shyly, closing the door and locking it.

I don’t know what else to say, and she obviously feels the same. She looks around my room, and I follow her as she explores. It’s big, bigger than most bedrooms, and the double doors leading to my balcony intrigue her.

“I see you standing up here a lot.” She goes out into the cold, looking down at the manor grounds. “Always smoking.”

“I can’t smoke in my room,” I tell her, leaning on the stone wall beside her. “My mum would kill me.”

She smiles, her perfect teeth white and straight.

When we go back inside, I notice her shiver. I close the balcony doors and offer her more comfortable clothes to watch the movie in. Her jeans look good on her, but something about her wearing my clothes seems way better. I don’t expect her to accept my offer, or for her to take my top and shorts and go into the bathroom to change.

I lie on my bed and set up the movie, trying not to think about how my heart is racing or the thin layer of sweat forming between my brows.

“This is huge on me,” Stacey says as she opens the bathroom door. My top is nearly to her knees. “I don’t think I need the shorts.”

Oh, fuck me.

She places them on my dresser, and I gulp as she walks towards my bed.

“My dad is picking me up in the morning. I’ll go back toLuciella’s room after the movie.” She places her knee on the edge of my bed. “She really can’t find out I’m here. Did you tell anyone?”

“Nope,” I lie. Jason and my dad are fully aware. “What’s the big deal if she finds out anyway?”

“Are you kidding?” she replies, and my eyes follow her as she crawls up beside me to settle against the headboard. “I’d need to escape the country if she knew I was here.”

“Seems dramatic.”

“Is this movie actually good?” she asks, changing the subject. She crosses her arms at her chest, and I must admit, seeing her body clad in my black top makes me want to never start this fucking film.

“The best. If you don’t like it, then I’m afraid this little thing between us isn’t going to work.”

She snorts. “No pressure, asshole.”

I just said we were a thing, and she hasn’t corrected me. That’s a positive, right?

Her bare legs are right next to mine, and the way she’s sitting, my top is riding up her thighs. Against my betterjudgement, which tells me I should look away and start the movie, I say, “If you plan on mauling me again, I recommend not doing it while we watch this.”

Stacey slaps my leg. “Shut up or I’ll leave.”

Nope. She isn’t leaving. Not until we reach the credits, and I’ve kissed her at least ten times. I should get the first one in while anxiety isn’t clawing at my chest andoverthinking.

My nerves don’t get the better of me as I lean forward, my knuckles to her chin to tip her head back, and capture her lips with mine. A caress of our mouths – so soft and so fucking addictive when she hums. Stacey’s palm instantly presses to my cheek as she kisses me back.

I could kiss her forever.

I don’t know why it’s taken me so long. I should have done this years ago. Maybe if I did, I would have had her for longer. She’d be my girlfriend by now, and everyone would know she was mine and I was hers.

We part our lips, tilting our heads to deepen the kiss. I tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her to me. Close enough. My free hand embarrassingly clutches at my bed frame.

I want to keep kissing her. I want to keep tracing her tongue with my own, to hear her heavy breaths and the feel of her teeth taking my bottom lip between them. I want to touch her skin and climb on top of her. I want to do everything I’ve imagined.

But I don’t.

I pull back, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip and tasting her fruity lip balm. Her chest is rising and falling; so is mine. My forehead is against hers, and instead of fully moving away from her, I kiss her again.

It’s deep and feral. Stacey matches each stroke of my tongue as she positions my hand on her waist, snatching my shoulders and dragging me on top of her. I like that she’s taking control, because I really don’t have a clue what I’m doing.

She tastes like sweet intoxication as she tugs at my hair. I’m not sure how long we stay like this, but my lips are raw, my dick is harder than a rock and my top has ridden so far up Stacey’s body, I can see her underwear and the underside of her bra.

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