"Good. You're doing good. How are you feeling?"
I do feel as if my heart has slowed, and it's no longer going to burst forth from my chest. "Better, I think? Marginally better."
"Okay." Her voice is barely a whisper, forcing me to lean in even closer to hear it. "Last one. One thing you can taste."
It's been hours since I've had anything to eat or drink. I shrug. "Nothing."
"Nothing?" She raises a brow.
"Nope."
"We can't have that. How about this?"
And then her lips are on mine. I taste her, sweet and warm, like a bright spring day and stolen moments of passion all rolled into one. Even if Jones himself walked back in here right now and offered me a place on the British National Team, I don't think I could stop kissing Ophelia.
I don't want to stop.
Her hand travels up to my neck and I feel her leg wrap around me. I let go of her hand and scoop under her thigh, hoisting her up and into my body. Her thighs squeeze tight, her ankles twining behind my back. A groan escapes, I think from me, though I can't be too sure. I take a few steps to press her back into the wall. Now I can run my hand up and down her thigh, squeezing her ass.
The next moan is definitely from her as she grinds into me.
Fucking hell.
"God, Ophelia."
She pulls back slightly. "I'm sorry."
"Don't ever be sorry."
"I'm breaking rule number one."
"I don't know what you're talking about, but if this is breaking the rules, then I'm all for it." It occurs to me that she said rule number one. "What's rule number two?" I ask in between kisses.
"No licking your abs."
Now it's my turn to stop kissing. "These rules are rubbish. Throw them all out, and lick away."
The thought of her tongue on my body is almost enough to drive me over the edge right here and now, second only to the thought of my own exploration of her body.
"How about no rules for tonight?" she pants. "We can reinstate them in the morning."
"Why?"
I don't know where these rules came from, but it does seem like she wants to create some sort of boundary. Currently, clothing is the only boundary between the two of us, and if I have anything to say about it, that won't be the case for long. I lean in and kiss her neck, my hand slipping up under the back of her hoodie. Her skin feels hot under my touch. "You seem a bit warm. We should take this off."
Ophelia tilts her head back, giving me better access to that lovely spot where her collarbone hollows out.
"Oh my God, Xavier, if you don't take me to the bedroom now, I'm going to spontaneously combust." Her hands are frantically grabbing at the back of my shirt, attempting to pull it up.
I look at her. "Are you sure?"
Ophelia nods. "Please?" she whispers.
That's all it takes.
Chapter 35: Ophelia
So much for the rules.
