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“Because I can’t stop thinking about you.” He smiles, shaking his head like he can’t believe he’s told me that. “Man, that sounds fucking terrible.”
Giggling, I hold his gaze, loving the way he wets his lips like he wants to kiss me. Would his stubble prick my lips, I’ve never kissed a boy before, just imagined it, like a scene from a romance novel. His eyes shine, like he’s already made up his mind about what he is going to do to me.
“Riding with you felt like a dream,” I tell him, my ears turning pink.
He chuckles. “I know,” he says, pushing against me so we’re out of sight from the kitchen window. “But trust me, you and I don’t make fucking sense.”
The heat from his body makes me want to lean in and touch him, to move my tongue over his chest and get a taste. What the hell is coming over me? His other hand moves under my chin, tilting my head back, making me look up at him.
“Rone,” I whisper, before licking my lips. Instinctively, I let my hands move to his heart. His breath hitches and his body trembles under my touch.
“Fuck, Allie,” he groans, leaning his forehead against mine.
Trailing my hands down, I rest them on his muscled back, and then south to the swell of his ass. He stills, gasping out loud. I reach up and touch his lips with my trembling fingers. He takes my hand in his and kisses my palm before laying it on his heart again, the electricity pulses around us, and my body calms.
I stand up on the tips of my toes and before I know what has come over me, I kiss him, taking him and myself by surprise. His lips taste like salt, and I love it.
He pushes me against the railing, leaning both his arms against the wood, and a soft moan escapes my mouth. Swearing under his breath he stumbles forward, and I giggle. I reach up, brushing the hair hanging in front of his eyes from his forehead. My fingers linger on his cheek, then move down to the scruff on his jaw. When I open my mouth to let him in, our tongues find each other. His hands move over my spine, tracing a map under my shirt and down to the swell of my butt, and I groan. His lips are soft and hard at the same time, his tongue demanding as he moans into my mouth. He pulls back, making me pant with anticipation in his arms. Kissing the inside of my neck, I tilt my head, and close my eyes.
“Rone,” I whisper, opening my eyes and letting my hands travel into his hair while he pushes himself against my stomach. Gazing down at me, his breath ghosts over my parted lips. His hands slowly move over my ass, lifting my leg up and around his waist I gasp. Rone’s crooked smile makes me shudder in his arms. The pressure of him against my belly button has me aching in the place no one has touched before.
His lips twitch into a sexy smirk and I meet him halfway, giggling as his fingers move down my neck to the valley between my breasts. I push my back up from the balustrade, into his big hand. Biting down on his bottom lip, I’m treated to a wolfish grin, and he presses himself into me until I feel how hard he is.
Growling, he takes possession of my mouth again, cupping my butt, his fingers spreading out and lifting me off my feet. Thrusting against my entrance through the thick fabric of our jeans, I moan, and he holds me up like I weigh nothing. His hardness is heavy and hot against me; I love the pressure he gives me there.
We keep kissing each other and it is not like in the movies. It is so much better. He lets me explore his mouth, taste him, pull on his lips with my teeth.
It is my first real kiss. I have no idea if I’m doing it right, but I guess by the way he moans and his chest rises and falls, he is enjoying it. His erection is bigger than when we first started kissing and I swirl my hips, wanting to feel the friction.
“Fuck,” he groans, pushing away from me when we hear Gunner’s goofy laugh followed by a grunt from Axl as they make their way up the porch.
Without another word, Navarone lets me go and heads to the table, brushing both his hands through his hair, shaking his head like he regrets ever kissing me. He sits down next to my brothers while lighting another cigarette.
Leaning back against the rail, my heartbeat hammers in my ears. I need to catch my breath and make my head stop spinning. Letting my fingers move over my puffed and sore lips, I listen to my brothers talking and laughing with Navarone while both the dads head over, joining them at the table.
Closing my eyes, I squeeze my thighs together, still feeling the way he pressed against my body. An ache spreads out to my core. His smell is still around me, and I know I want another taste as I take my seat next to him.
At first he doesn’t look at me, but as the evening progresses, his hand skims my knee. The corner of his mouth twitches and he winks, his sexy smile matching mine. Later that night, he slowly pulls away from me again, and I don’t know why.
After dinner, everyone goes their own ways: my brothers head back into the studio with Jesse and Dad while I head out to the garage. I need to get an answer from Rone. I find him there, working on his dirt bike.
“Why did you kiss me and then ignore me during dinner?” My voice is stronger than I feel.
The music blasting in the garage drowns out my words. “Navarone,” I repeat, stopping in front of him. He is lying on the ground, fixing something under the chocked up bike.
Noticing me, he smiles. The same smile he gave me during our kissing session. I cross my arms in front of me, waiting for his answer while my mouth waters, my lips still sore from his stubble.
“Allie,” he says, his voice rough with an edge to it.
I do not speak this language well. My best friends always tell me how they feel, one way or the other. It is easy to read between the lines with them. But with Navarone, I’m at a loss.
He stands and brushes his dirty hands on a cloth. Sighing, Rone turns his back to me, and lowers the volume of a Rage Against The Machine song.
“Talk to me, Rone. Was I so bad?” My voice falters.
He takes another deep breath, flexing the muscles in his arms as he twists the cloth in his hands.
Stepping toward him, I don’t have a clue where my determination comes from. I place my trembling hand on his shoulder, and he flinches like I’ve burned him. I let my hand drop, fighting against the tears pricking my eyes.
