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Because I wanted to do that the first time I saw him.
I wanted to touch him.
And I wanted to touch him even more tonight after the way he carried me through the snowy woods.
“Even if I take your advice and put my coat back on, who’s going to saveyoufromme?”
And then I do something that I never even imagined I was capable of doing.
I put my mouth on his.
CHAPTERSIX
I’m making out.
With Riot Rivera.
And it’s full-on making out. With licking tongues and biting teeth and sucking lips. And you can also add fumbling hands and pulling fingers to the mix.
I’m not sure how it happened though.
One second I gathered all the courage I ever had in me to touch my lips to his, and the next, his fingers were wrapped around the nape of my neck and he was opening his mouth over mine.
Like by touching my skin to his, I woke him up.
I woke up all the heated desire in him, the rivers of it, the oceans, and now it’s all pouring out of him and into me. And of course I’m a willing recipient. Not only because I want to be but because Ihaveto be.
It’s only fair.
His desire is too much, see.
It’s too big and too desperate, his need.
Even bigger and more desperate than mine, and my need was already plenty uncontrollable. I mean, I snooped through his phone, didn’t I? I got so crazy for him, so insane that his love made me break all rules of decency and violate his privacy.
But then again, he one-upped me on that as well.
He threatened and lied and crossed all lines of morality to get me here.
Even as we kiss and I taste the hot chocolate on his tongue, I can’t believe it. I can’t believe he did all that for me. I have so many questions for him, so many things I want to talk about.
I want to pick apart and analyze and talk about every single thing, every single moment that led to this and…
“I think we should stop,” he says, ripping his mouth from mine.
My eyes snap open and I look up at him, panting. “W-what?”
When I say look up, it means that I’m under him.
Obviously.
It’s because we are lying down on the couch. Another thing that I’m not very sure how it came about. One second, he had his hand on the nape of my neck, taking charge of the kissing — thankfully, because I didn’t know how to proceed after I touched our lips so I’ve been following his lead so far — and the next thing I know, I’m straddling his lap on the couch, my thighs spread wide and hugging his slim hips.
I do remember wanting to say that he should put me down.
That I’m too heavy to be sitting on his lap.
But then I think he put his other hand on me, to fist my loose curls and jerk me forward so we became plastered to each other and I forgot all the words. I also forgot to form thoughts when I felt him pushing into me, his mouth still on mine, taking and devouring and giving me a kiss that happens on a third date like he said, flattening my thick curves over his large and hard body.
