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Lizzie’s chin tilted up, exposing part of her neck. I lacked impulse control with her, always wanting to be with her, to hold her, to fall for her…I couldn’t help it. I lifted my right hand to her jaw, letting my knuckles run the length of her neck before I lowered my lips to her throat, kissing her skin until her head dropped and I pressed one final kiss to the hollow of her clavicle. She tasted like lavender and honey, and I found myself salivating, insatiable for her.
“Noah,” she whimpered, fueling the desire burning between my lips and her skin. In that moment, it didn’t matter the weight of my phone, its impending torture. All that mattered, all I cared about, was the woman turning to lift her arms around my neck and pull my mouth against hers.
Lizzie’s fingertips pressed into my skin as they scoured my scalp, kneading the muscles along my neck while she pulled me closer to her. She was beneath me, kissing my throat and destroying the weakness I held on my sleeve, owning my heart. I could have died above her, in her hands, melting with her touch alone.
I felt her heart against mine as our chests met, our ribcages battling to contain the demand for each other. It was futile, and I knew it when her hips lifted against mine, and Lizzie moaned my name into my mouth while kissing me. I needed her. I needed Lizzie to fix my torn heart, to cure the past, to hold a promise for the future, and to be mine. I wanted her for the same reasons, and I couldn’t wait another minute to have her. Boyfriend or not, I had a soul, I had morals…
“Lizzie,” I whispered against her throat, panting between gasps for air and kisses, “I want this, I want you so bad—”
“Me too, mermaid,” she moaned, interrupting me. Her nickname for me was an endearment that, as a word in isolation, failed to resemble anything near the erotic suggestion currently purring from Lizzie’s mouth. With her permission, the trembling in my fingers subsided, and I frantically lifted the shirt of mine she wore from her body, her skin melting mine as my knuckles grazed her ribs.
I pressed my knees into the mattress, anchoring Lizzie’s hips as I lowered my elbows at her shoulders, holding our faces inches apart. Her mascara clung to the soft skin around her eyes, smeared from sleep and tears cried from laughter, yet they radiated against mine, and I fell apart again. I was unable to resist her, trying to hold each cell, every inch I could consume, in my memory. Her fingernails clawed up my bare back, drawing patterns while our tongues rivaled the other’s. Lizzie’s palms were warm and soft, caressing my biceps, rolling over my chest to pause at my abs.
I watched silently, trying to catch my breath while she studied me. She blinked, clearing the blur of sleep, and traced the three roses on my stomach, the calla lily near my waistband, all sending a shiver throughout my body. Her fingernails took with them my resolve as she scoured my skin before piercing into my scalp and anchoring our mouths together. Lizzie’s hands were back, pushing me off and onto the mattress as she moved to straddle me.
“Finish your thought,” she demanded, grinning at me. I pressed my fingertips into her hips, holding her against me.
“I’m in love with you.”
Lizzie’s head fell back, each rumble of her intoxicating laughter humming through her in a way that hypnotized me. She was so fucking gorgeous, I swear I died right there beneath her…especially the second she slid herself on top of me, grinding herself against me while her soft breasts pressed into my chest. Then, I knew, I died.
***
I spent the next night with Silas, a long overdue reunion with a neglected friendship. I felt guilty as sin, but the time Lizzie consumed in my life was worth everything. Silas would understand; he was a big-ass softie. Hanging out with my friends, pre-Lizzie, left me craving her bed more than I’d planned.
I took another swig of beer and waited for Ben to stop flirting with Nadia. She wasn’t going to give him what he wanted, the poor bastard.
“You smell like a damn incense stick,” Silas snickered, nudging me in the chest. “Man, you’re whipped as hell.”
“Whipped,” Ben chuckled, beer spraying from his nose. “I bet she’s a freak. She has to be to stay with you. Probably has you licking whipped cream and chocolate off her every night.”
“It’s caramel, actually,” I remarked, impassively watching them while I sipped my beer, “and it’s every morning and night.” Their eyes widened, mouths gaping, and I could only laugh at them.
“You’re a pair of idiots,” I taunted, flicking Ben’s forehead. “You think I’d tell you anything about our love life?”
“L—love life?” Silas grinned. We’d been at the bar for two hours already. Two hours of me dodging their questions about Lizzie and me, two hours of me smacking them for acting like fools.
“Well, Christ, Rossi,” Ben snapped. “When the hell were you going to tell us?”
“Explains why we haven’t met her yet,” Silas added. “If she’s real.”
“Oh,” I beamed, thinking of this morning in bed with Lizzie, “she’s real. That’s all you need to know. I don’t want her to meet you assholes. You’ll scare her off.”
“And right into my arms.” Ben smirked. “Let’s meet her!”
I glared at him while Silas burst into laughter behind me. “Don’t you have an ambulance to drive right now, Ben?”
“No,” we followed his eyes to Nadia, “not tonight. I’ll be right back.” He slid from his barstool, shouting something to Nadia before walking toward the bathroom.
I felt my phone buzz and took it from my pocket to see a random text from my mom. She wanted to know my plans for the weekend because her fourth husband was going to be near Chicago for work and she planned to tag along. I wasn’t interested in seeing him, but I felt guilty about not talking to my mom in so long. I wanted to tell her about Lizzie, but I knew her impulsive response. She’d done it four times now. I placed my phone on the bar as Silas slid his empty bottle along the wood.
“So this is legit,” Silas considered. “I haven’t heard you talk about a girl like this since Jade.”
“You know I loved Jade.” I watched Silas nod at me, his expression softening. “And even as much of my heart as she had, Lizzie owns more of it. Silas, she’s got pieces of it I didn’t even know were floating around in there.”
“Wow. Sounds fluffy,” he laughed, placing a hand on my shoulder, “and deserved.”
“Thanks, man.” I rolled my eyes, but Silas cleared his throat and caught my attention. I noticed Ben head immediately to the bar after leaving the bathroom, giving Silas and me a few minutes before the conversation would switch to Ben’s obsession with Nadia.
