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After a moment, he moves, giving in to some inner battle between whether he should do what he’s told or be the firm leader everyone expects him to be. Then he sits, beside me – not in the chair, like I thought he might – but beside me on the bed, making the mattress dip slightly in his direction. Without warning, my heart flies up into my mouth and begins to pound, feeling him so close to me again.
It’s the same feeling that started when I was in his arms. It’s the same thing I felt last night when he left the room and I wanted to run after him and beg him to stay. It’s a heat, a desire, rising up between us. I wonder if he can feel it, or if it’s only me. I want to do something, to make something happen.
I glance shyly down and sideways, at his hand that rests on the bed between us. I want to shift towards him, to open things up between us, but I can hardly bear to look at him. All the uncertainty returns, the questions over whether he would even want me. I probably look like a kid to him, while he could have any woman he might want. Models, real beauties – people who make me look like a wallflower.
But still, I want him. I cast my eyes down again, wondering what to do. Should I try and kiss him? Look at him and let him see my face, and hope that he guesses what I want? Should I tell him in words?
With all the uncertainty I simply sit, my heart pounding, until I finally dare to turn my head just a little to the side, watching his hand again, gathering the courage to lift my gaze further.Chapter ElevenTommyI’m not imagining it. Something has changed in the air. I thought I might have felt it earlier when I held her in my arms until we pulled away from one another. I felt it and then it was gone, and I thought that perhaps it was just wishful thinking – my imagination.
But I’m not imagining it now. There’s a heat rising between us, the magnetism of desire, and it isn’t only coming from me. Carina shifts her head just slightly, her eyes tilted down at my hand on the bed as if she wants to do something with it. Her body leans my way, her cheeks becoming flushed. We’re so close together that it would be so easy to reach out and touch me, but she doesn’t. She just looks, her eyelashes flickering over shy eyes.
But it’s real. The pull. The desire. The heat. I know it.
I lift the hand that she watches and bring it to cup her face, drawing her closer to me, even as I lean forward and down toward her. I lift her head to mine and claim her mouth, kissing her soft lips long and deep, and she doesn’t pull away. She doesn’t resist at all. In fact, she kisses me back.
A second hand joins my first, cupping her cheeks as I hold her in place and ravish her mouth, growing hungrier by the second. I flick my tongue across her lips and they open, letting me inside. I don’t have to be invited twice. Our tongues dance as she gives a small moan, almost just a puff of air, but it runs deep down into my gut and stirs me immediately.
I turn myself toward her fully, shifting closer until I can press her against me, kissing her even deeper. Now that we’ve begun, there’s a hunger inside me that is insatiable, wanting to taste her more, deeper, now. Even as we kiss it’s not enough. I break the kiss only for one moment, to take in her flushed skin and her lidded eyes, lazy with desire, and then I drop my mouth to her neck, her chin, her shoulder, devouring her. I hear her panting for breath, taste her racing heartbeat under her skin. She wants this. I want this. Why wait?
I guide her back, pulling her up over the bed to lay down against the pillows even as my mouth continues to move over her, from her lips to her cheekbones, her neck, her shoulder. She moans and shudders under me, and I feel her skin heating, knowing how eager she is for this. I crawl over her, my body on top of hers, lifting myself on hands and knees before I press myself down over her-
“Wait,” Carina says breathlessly, making me freeze in place. “J-just wait.”
I groan internally. We were getting so close. It was going to happen. And now what? I look into her eyes and see something I hadn’t expected, fear. Does she still think I will hurt her? Or that I would let her be hurt by anyone?
