Her nerves spike, but a nibble on her bottom lip pulls her attention back to what I want her focused on.
I would love nothing more than to fuck her, right here in the middle of the woods, a moment stolen, made magical in a world of pain and suffering. But I can’t. I refused to hurt her like that, and if my time with her has told me anything, it’s that while she’s been hurt, she’s also sheltered.
I’d be damn shocked if she’d ever kissed a boy, let alone slept with someone, and as much as I hate it, I know it shouldn’t be me. Not when I can’t stay, can’t be what she needs.
The thought alone makes me irrationally angry, and I have to swallow back a growl. I thread my fingers through her hair and deepen the kiss, swallowing down her moans and groaning when her hips roll almost of their own accord.
Fuck, she’s better than any drug I’ve ever had, and with this link, it’s even harder to pull away.
Her cheeks are the most beautiful shade of pink, her lips red and puffy from our kissing, and her eyes blink open slowly, as if tired, her pupils blown wide.
I could look at her all day and never get enough.
She sways slightly in my arms, and I’m reminded of another reason we can’t take this further.
“I fear I might have let you drink a little too much,Blondie.” I smile down at her, reaching out to boop her nose and watching the adorable way she goes cross-eyed, following the movement.
She shakes her head slightly and pouts.
Yeah, she’s going to have a killer headache in the morning, and not just from drinking.
“Let’s get you to bed.” I swing her up into my arms bridal style, unable to fight the smug smile that curves my lips when her arms automatically wrap around me, tucking her face into my neck.
She’s quiet just long enough that I think she might have dozed off before she speaks.
“I can walk, you know.”
I steal a glance down at her as I make it out of the woods, headed back to the doors where I found her, and find her eyes closed, face peaceful.
Nothing like the sad, crying girl she’d been not long ago.
“I have no doubt you can, Blondie.”
She makes no move to get out of my arms, though, and I sure as hell have no intention of putting her down before I have to.
I walk slowly on purpose, savoring this time, the quiet and peace before I have to walk away. Even still, we’re in the elevator before I know it.
“Which floor?”
“Third.”
I push the button and feel her nuzzle deeper into my chest, and when the doors roll open again, it feels as though the air is stolen from my lungs.
“What room?” My voice is quiet, no longer sure and steady the way it usually is, as dread fills me.
It shouldn’t be possible to feel this connected to someone I’ve only just met and honestly hated by association just hours ago.
“380,” she finally says, and I tell myself it’s because she’s also reluctant to have this night come to an end.
I don't dare pull on the link, though, fearing I’m wrong.
No, I'd much rather believe it’s hard for both of us.
I stand before her door, looking at the shiny gold numbers, unable to do anything else.
Slowly her eyes blink open to look up at me, and I swallow down the urge to kiss her again.
This will already be hard enough.
