When we finally realise what we're doing, we're laughing and stepping on each other's shoes on purpose.
Her head shoots up from her feet and something across the pool catches her eye and she stops laughing.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. She looks up at me as if she’s seen a ghost. My heart starts beating rapidly against my chest.
“Fuck. Augustus is here,” she says, turning to me so she’s out of his view. I try and search over her head, but I can’t see him. Then again, there are hundreds of skinny tall white guys here. She stands in-between my open legs.
"Put your hands on me,” she demands.
“What?” I ask, basically gasping for air. I don’t know why I question it after I was just all over her inside. Still, I freeze and blink at her.
She sighs and grabs my hands to rest on her hips as she snakes hers around my neck. I let her turn us around until her back is against the wall instead of mine. She arches slightly, her front flush against me.
Fuck me.
This is not going to end well for me.
Is thissupposedto be torturing?
“Can you see him?” I ask before swallowing, her face just inches below mine. She looks behind me and nods before directing her face parallel to mine. My breathing turns shallow when her green eyes drift aimlessly around my face, not knowing where to look.
“Just pretend you’re whispering in my ear,” she suggests, pulling at the hair on the nape of my neck, playing the doting girlfriend as she looks at me lovingly. She guides my head until I’m breathing raggedly on her neck. I use one arm to brace myself on the wall, so I don’t crush her with my weight.
“What do you want me to say?” I ask, quietly. She shivers under my breath.
“I don’t know. I don’t care. Just do some-” she pleads but her words turn into a sigh when I kiss her neck lightly.
It's barely even a kiss. Barley even a touch. My mouth merely skims the soft skin on her neck but when the goosebumps arise across her, I can't help myself.
I kiss her jaw tenderly, careful not to contact her mouth. The feeling instantly makes me feel light and airy as I breathe her in. She smells like Gucci perfume mixed with sweet lavender soap. Her hands move from my neck to my chest, her small hands fisting my shirt, drawing me in closer so I can taste the sweetness of her.
“Is this, okay?” I ask, biting softly against the space just behind her ear. She doesn’t respond. Only a soft gasp leaves her mouth. So, I press again, “Wren. Is this okay?”
“Mm hmm. Just keep-” she breathes, not forming correct sentences. “Just keep doing that.”
While my mouth explores the side of her neck, my hands go on their own journey. The party around us and the idea of someone watching makes me more ballsy than I should be. Wren guides my hand that has gone limp at my side to her shirt. She slowly lets me slip it under her jumper, my hand hardly splaying across her stomach.
She lets out a low noise of approval when the heat of my hand hits her cold stomach. I don’t ignore the way I can feel her abs tensing beneath my hand. I kiss and nibble lightly on her neck and she whimpers.
She fucking whimpers.
Her breathing quickens when I accidentally rock against her, probably feeling how hard I am in these jeans, and she gasps.
She’s going to be the death of me. But at least I'd die a happy man.
“Is he gone?” I speak into her soft skin, needing to give myself some reason to stop.
“What?” she asks, her voice hoarse.
“Is Augustus still there?” I ask again, taking my hand out of her shirt. I pull my head back to see her with her eyes closed, cheeks redder than I have ever seen them, not even watching if he was there or not. It can’t just be me that is feeling the attraction between us. I turn back, and I can’t see him anywhere. “Wren. He’s gone.”
When her eyes open, her pupils are dilated. She searches my face, her chest rising up and down before looking over me.
She looks at me for a long time.
Her eyes explore mine before she drops them to my lips. She hovers her gaze there for a second or two before turning around and walking away.
It takes my brain a while to register that she’s just disappeared in front of me, and I run after her but she’s a lot quicker than I thought. I push through the crowds of people, trying to keep my eyes on the gold claw clip in her hair. I shoot out quick apologies as I almost knock people over as I run past.
