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I like her, and I love her, and I want her.
If she asks, I’ll tell her.
For now, though, because I want to and she’s staring at my lips, I kiss her neck. I find her pulse and pause there, lick it, imagining the rush of blood and heat at her throat. Flattering myself that her heart’s beating faster because of me.
I keep thinking she’s going to stop me, but she doesn’t, so I kiss all along beneath her jaw, behind her ear. I kiss her eyelids and her nose, her cheekbones, her chin.
I get my hand at the base of her spine, press up so she’ll lift her hips, ease her down onto the bed.
I kiss her mouth.
She tastes like everything I’ve been starving for.
I keep on kissing her, and she keeps letting me. Her arms sneak around my back and rake down my spine. I’m over her, hips centered above hers, hard against soft. I didn’t plan this, but her lips shape the welcome I’ve been waiting for my whole life, her arms are the anchor I need, her body is my home.
We’re right together, Caroline and me. Even if I’m doing this wrong, completely fucking wrong, it doesn’t matter.
Author: Robin York
We’re right.
“Tell me what you need me to say. ”
There has to be something. I can’t just get to kiss her. Nothing in my life is this simple.
She pushes me away and sits up. I follow her, think she’s going to start making demands now. Insist on the answers to all the questions from a minute ago, which, okay, some of them aren’t pretty. The answer to that first question, in particular, might mean she never wants to kiss me again, and doesn’t that mean I have to tell her?
Does it? I’m not sure.
Caroline reaches down for the hem of her shirt, pulls it over her head, and throws it on the floor.
She’s not wearing a bra.
Fuck, this isn’t fair. I’m already having trouble with the ethics of the situation. I can’t think about right and wrong while Caroline’s tits are exposed, her nipples puckering in the cool air, her arms an open invitation.
“I should … We should. You know. Talk. If you want to?”
“I’m good. But you’ve got too many clothes on. ”
She unbuttons my dress shirt, working from the bottom while I hold on to her waist and gawp at her like I’ve never seen a naked woman before. There’s just something different about Caroline. There always has been.
She takes her fingers off my buttons to snap them right in front of my eyes. “Up here. ”
I blink and shake my head, breaking the spell. “Sorry. ”
“And here I thought you missed me. ”
I kiss her forehead. “I did. ”
She yanks the last button free and says, “Off. ”
“You sure?”
She goes up onto her knees, so she’s taller than me. Puts her hands on my shoulders, stares me right in the eye. “All I needed to hear was that you’d tell me. That you trust me. ”
“I always trusted you. ”
“No. You can’t keep everything to yourself and still call it trust. Take off your shirt. ”
