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Kissing?
I don’t think this can be considered kissing anymore. Oliver’s mouth melds to mine as his teeth gnaw on my bottom lip with a growl. He drags a breathy moan from me. My lips part open to let out the sound, but Oliver’s tongue quickly breaks through and pushes against mine for dominance.
I grab at his bicep as it flexes under my touch. Oliver groans, “Sally.”
Wave after wave of pleasure sparks through me with every push of his mouth onto mine. Would it be cliche to say it feels like fireworks popping off against my skin? The pain and gratification come together in a storm that I can’t even tell which is which.
His hands trail down my back. I can feel the heat of his fingertips gripping into my skin. They find their way to my ass, giving it a tight squeeze. I groan with the added pressure as he pulls away, gazing down at me with molten eyes. He looks like he wants to take me here and now, and honestly, if he asked, I’d let him.
The sensation of his fingers digging into my hips causes my head to turn blank. His fingers shift from my ass to behind my thighs, and he lifts me up off the ground. Without thinking, I wrap my legs around him, pushing my skirt all the way up. Normally, I would be so scared of him feeling every part of me, but I want him to explore my body from head to toe.
He hitches me up further, making sure to continue to devour my mouth as he walks to someplace I don’t care about. I weave my fingers through his thick hair. My back presses up against the sliding glass before he messes with the door, and we find ourselves surrounded by my childhood bedroom.
If he’s thrown off by the familiarity, he doesn’t show it because, without hesitation, I’m thrown onto the bed, and he shuts the door. He looks over at me with an intense desire and lust that matches the same explosive energy that has consumed my very essence.
We meld together as the bed creaks with every shift of weight. Oliver places kiss after kiss from my mouth to my cheeks and down my neck. Every burning kiss pulls out a moan from my throat, which causes him to bite down even harder on my skin.
Oliver hovers above me, wrapping his arms around me and pulls us together. Zero space exists between our bodies. We tangle together as he places his knee between my legs, spreading them apart.
“God, I love the way you taste.” He bites at my neck again, and shocks of pleasure surge from the site. “Every inch of your body is perfect.”
Arousal fills every crevice of my body. Heat and pressure pool between my legs, and reality crashes into my fantasy.
His hands reach the hem of my shirt, letting his finger play with my skin underneath.
He doesn’t know.
I still as he continues to reach up into my shirt. Goosebumps form along the trail of his fingers.
He must have noticed some sort of expression on my face because his hands freeze midway up my stomach. “Do you want to stop?”
My gaze meets his, and even in the darkness of the room, I see the evident concern burning in his eyes. I want to shake my head and pretend that I’m just any old girl who doesn’t need to worry about her body when she’s with a man who makes her feel sparks.
Fear stings my eyes as I turn away from him. I can’t look at him when he doesn’t know who I am.
I won’t be able to handle him looking at me with disdain.
I suddenly feel too hot and caged under Oliver’s stare, and his body still pressed against me.
“I’m sorry.” I pull away from him and slip out from under his build. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
My breath labors as I press my back into the corner of the room, hoping to become as small as possible.
He’s going to hate me.
The bed creaks again as Oliver leaps across the room to stand in front of me. His look of concern now reads as pain, not because he’s been hit, but because he doesn’t understand my freak-out.
I’m hurting him.
I pin my gaze to the ground because looking at him also hurts me. My palms cover my head. Hair spills over to hide me away from him. I whisper into my hands, “I’m sorry.”
Nothing happens for a moment. I don’t hear him moving around the room. Maybe he already walked out while my mind was in a whirl. Can’t blame him, really. This isn’t the first time I’ve freaked out on him. A person can only take so much.
I’m too much.
Then, I hear a small sigh. The heat from his breath hits my hands. A shiver runs down my spine all the way to the balls of my feet. I didn’t realize all the heat from before had vanished. The room now feels cool, even though I know the AC isn’t running. I’m ice cold.
“Sally.” Another breath hits my hands. His clothes shift and warm fingers grasp my wrists, pulling them away from my face. I expect pain to come from his grip, but nothing. He’s handling me like a feather. “Please, look at me.”
