Page 41 of Withered

I guess it’s one of the rare scenes where the girl rejects him. I can understand that. He is undeniably gorgeous and so hard to resist.

Then why are you not pushing him away?My inner voice asks me.

He finally backs away, leaving at least a foot of distance, and I instantly miss his touch and the warmth of his body.

I grab a hold of myself as I speak. “Yeah, but earlier I was high on a goddamn brownie. I just can’t, okay? I have no interest in playing games with you. Please leave. Don’t complicate this more than it already is.”

I avert my gaze and look past his shoulder at nothing in particular.

All I’ve heard about Jake since he started at the school is that he slept with someone or another. I don’t mind; it’s not my place to say anything. But if he wants to play, he’ll have to find another player.

There is a reason why I haven’t dated anyone yet. I’m not looking for anything to pass the time. I’ve always been the one waiting for a serious relationship. All those cheesy books and those fictional characters have screwed me. I want someone like Mr. Darcy; it’s because of him that I’ve got high expectations now.

When he doesn’t speak, it makes me sad. I expect him to walk away, but all he does is chuckle.

Suddenly, he snakes an arm around my waist, pressing me against the wall again. If I said he was close earlier, he is unbelievably close now.What the hell? Didn’t he hear me? Is he deaf?

“Didn’t you hear anything?” I start, but I’m cut off by his lips on mine again.

He isn’t kissing me; he is teasing me. His lips brush mine over and over, and I close my eyes as the slow, torturous movements are killing me. I did everything in my power to resist the first kiss. But if he continues this, then I need help desperately.

He sucks on my lower lip as if his life depends on it. His teeth graze it as he playfully bites on it. A mixture of a groan and a moan slips from my mouth.

He knows exactly what he is doing, and it’s driving me crazy. Goosebumps erupt on my skin, and a shiver runs down my spine. In contrast to that, I feel hot. My body is burning with the pleasure of desire. Something that I have never experienced before, but I want to.

Screw this. Here goes nothing.

My hands, which were dangling by my sides, are now threading their way through Jake’s hair. I try to pull him toward me, but he won’t budge, and I groan.

He backs away a little, amusement dancing in his eyes. “You can’t tease me like that and not expect to be punished.”

Did he just—Oh my god!So, this is how it must feel to be rejected. Now that I know it, I hate it.

An idea pops up in my mind, and I smirk. He looks confused for a moment, but I cut his thinking off by pressing my lips against his. I put one hand on the nape of his neck and pull him closer as I kiss him with no tongue, just a press of my lips against his.

The electrifying sparks are back in full power, as if someone lit a whole lot of crackers, and the center of that spark is on me.

He groans, and the sound vibrates through my body. An odd feeling settles between my legs as I press them together, but it won’t stop.Iwon’t stop this time.

When Jake bites on my bottom lip again, I sigh, and he takes full advantage, letting me know he’s not in the mood to stop either. Our tongues mingle in the most amazing kiss. He tastes amazing, and I want to keep doing this my whole life. Damn, I was missing out on so much.

We part, breathing heavily. I’m still breathing hard as he starts kissing my jaw, and I moan at his touch. He slowly makes his way to my ear and whispers, “You are so hot.”

He continues his work on my jaw, making me moan louder each time. He moves his lips to my neck and kisses and licks it. Every gentle flick of his tongue drives me crazy.

When I feel his hot breath fan my skin with every stroke of his tongue, I turn my head to offer him more access. He moves to my collarbone and bites it playfully.

I can’t take it any longer, so I grab him by the hair. For a split second, our gazes lock. Need is what I see in his eyes before we resume kissing.

I feel something poking me, and I break the kiss. I open my eyes to find his eyes closed.

After a split second, his eyes flicker open, and I shift uneasily as I observe a large bulge in his pants. So that’s what was bothering me. That tingling sensation between my legs returns.

I avoid his gaze as he speaks in a hoarse voice, “Fuck Rose. You’re so fucking good. I taught you well.”

“Yeah?” I don’t know if I’m asking him or accepting it. My hands play with the hem of my shirt as my cheeks burn in embarrassment.

“Aww, Rose, you’re blushing like a rose,” he says it softly, tapping my cheek with his index finger.

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