Page 59 of The Wedding Pact

‘How predictable of us,’ she murmurs against my mouth, her grin communicating the fact we’re seemingly having the same thoughts, and I almost pull away.

But find I can’t.

Don’t want to.

I don’t actually care, right in this moment, why I’d told myself not to do this. In fact, I can barely remember my reasons. They can’t have been that important.

Not as important as what Ida’s doing to me right now, anyway.

She kisses me again, harder this time, like she’s aware of my thought process trying to separate us and determined to subdue it.

Parting her lips, she pushes the tip of her tongue into my mouth, then deeper, so I can taste the sweetness of her, and I wrap my arms around her back and draw her body closer to me.

I’m not going to stop this. Unless she wants me to. Which doesn’t seem likely, based on the way she’s responding to me – how deeply she’s kissing me.

Fuck.

Just to be sure I’m not misreading any of this I ask, ‘Is this okay? Is it what you want? I want to be sure you really want to have sex too.’

‘Yes,’ she breathes against my mouth. ‘I really want to fuck you right now.’

Oh man.

That is so hot.

Ida apparently thinks so too, judging by the breathy sounds she’s making, like little pants of need.

Which is also really hot.

I’m lost. So fucking lost to this.

I kiss her back.

Hard.

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Ida

Oh my God.

I’m kissing him. Kissing Raffa.

And he’s kissing me back.

It feels incredible.

I can’t quite believe I caved and kissed him first, but I guess it had to be me to start this.

Not that he seems to be having a problem with that, judging by how hard he’s pressing himself into me and how determinedly his mouth is moving over mine.

Either he’s not had sex for a while, or he’s really into this with me.

I hope it’s the latter.

It’s both of those things for me.

I have a moment of unease where I wonder whether we should stop this while we can – and save our pact – but I’m pretty sure that opportunity has flown already.