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“I don't even know what that means.” I pull my knees into my chest and watch as he lights the end and breathes in the blunt; the tip burns to life. “God, I'm so sheltered,” I moan and bury my face in my knees. I'm so embarrassed. I sound like such a loser. I tuck my hair behind my ears and look back at him. I want him. No one can blame me for that.
Derek’s always had a piece of my heart, and I’m not willing to tell him no.
“That's not a bad thing. Shot gunning’s easy.” He scoots closer to me, so close the smell of his cologne is stronger than the pot. “I promise. I'll take a hit and then blow it into your mouth.”
My heart quickens thinking about his lips on mine again. I find myself staring at his lips. I nod my head slightly. The vision of him leaning over me with his hand on my hips makes me eager to accept.
“Okay, I'll try it,” I answer quickly.
He takes a quick hit, then blows it out. I feel myself pout slightly and he laughs at me, a deep sexy sound that makes me scoot a little closer to him, so my side brushes up against his. “Ready?” he asks, cocking a brow at me.
This is stupid and not going to end well. But I want to do it so badly. I want to be bad for him.
I nod my head, not trusting my voice. I'm so nervous.
He takes a long inhale of the blunt and leans in toward me. Our lips touch ever so softly. I spear my hand through his hair and wrap the other around his neck, taking advantage, but I don’t give a fuck. God, he feels so strong and warm. He feels so right. He leans into me, just like I imagined. I wish he’d push further and lay me back on the sofa. The same feelings from all those years ago flow through me as I tilt my head back, breathing in deep and holding the smoke in.
He blows the smoke from his lungs into my mouth, cupping the back of my head and leaning into me. The smoke tastes sweet in my mouth. But it’s his touch that makes it all worth it. I try to suck it down and hold it. I roll onto my side and away from his embrace as I feel a cough coming on.
Fuck!The smoke burns in my lungs.Holy fuck! It’s painful! Why do people do this?
I lie over on my side of the sofa, coughing and covering my mouth. I feel like such an idiot. As much as I'm coughing though, I can't stop smiling. I feel the blush returning to my cheeks. I cover my mouth again and sit upright, feeling foolish and naive.
The smoke hurts, but it was worth it.
“Come here,” he says softly, wrapping his muscular arms around my waist and pulling me into his lap. I’m not about to say no. He puts his lips to mine and breathes into my mouth again. I take the hit, feeling his strong hands gripping my hips to keep me in place.
This is so wrong. So bad. But I want it.
This time I don’t cough as much, and I only move my head to the side when I do. He takes the chance to kiss my neck.
Fuck. Yes!
I take a moment to just breathe, feeling almost winded. I’m lightheaded from his touch or the blunt, I don’t know which.
He takes another puff of the blunt, leaning away from me and then putting it out on the ashtray on the end table.
He blows out easily as I finally sit up.
“How was that?” he asks, smiling at me.
“That was great,” I answer somewhat sarcastically, my voice gravelly from coughing. I scoot closer into his lap though, eager for more of his touch even though the shotgun session is over.
“I've missed you, sweetheart,” he says softly as he strokes my cheek with his thumb.
I can't resist him anymore, not after hearing him call me sweetheart like he used to.
I stare at his lips, and this time I don’t fight the urge. I lean into him, my hand on his thigh, and kiss him softly on the lips. I’m hesitant. Every bit of me thinks he’s going to deny me, like I don’t deserve him and it’s all in my head. Just like all those years ago. It never felt real.
I kiss him again. I meant it to be short and sweet, but it turns into something deeper. His tongue slips between my lips, and I part them, moaning into his mouth. It’s so easy to fall back into his embrace.
I wish I’d never left.
I pull away briefly to look him in the eyes. The second our eyes meet, he pulls me back into him, wrapping his arms around me and gripping the nape of my neck and my hip, kissing me fiercely.
God, this feels so right. It's like nothing’s changed.
His tongue strokes my bottom lip, willing me to let him in.
