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I’m surprised when his hands lift to my head, gripping the sides, clenching my hair so tightly, my hair follicles feel like they’re on fire.
He kisses me hard and he holds me so tightly that I’m not sure he’ll ever let go. He’d die in this kiss if it meant he died with his mouth on mine.
I’m desperate for a word. Just one simple word. Anything he’ll give me that proves he’s not completely dead inside when I’m around. But this kiss…this consuming kiss proves that Ridge is more alive than any other guy I’ve kissed before.
Our lips connect magnetically, never parting or shying away. My heart thuds in my chest and I hold my breath while time stands still.
It’s actually…nice. In a screwed-up sort of way.
He smells fucking amazing and seeing Ridge from afar, with his grunge appeal, you wouldn't guess he’d smell this good. A stranger might assume he reeks of cigarettes and beer, and while there is a tinge of smoke on his breath, there’s a minty taste that overpowers it.
My hands slide down to his jacket, gripping the outer edges, and I tug him closer, wanting more, but unsure of what it is I want more of.
I didn’t expect to like this. It was supposed to be a tactic to get him to react, and holy shit is he reacting. When I open my eyes, I see that his are wide open, watching me.
Always watching me.
When I take a step back, he pulls me right back in, unwilling to let this end just yet, or ever.
I peer up at him, searching for any glint of adoration. Any sentiment. Any…thing.
“Please,” I whisper against his lips, but before he can even attempt to speak, the classroom door swings open and Zeke comes on, fuming.
“You wanna fucking go?” He pats his hands to his chest, challenging Ridge. “Let’s fucking go.”
Professor Atkins comes to the doorway, spewing words at Zeke to get him back in class, but before he can tell us to do the same, I grab Ridge by his jacket and haul ass with him in tow down the hall. “Come on. Let’s get outta here.”
He obeys, not putting up an ounce of resistance. “Zeke is pissed and I’ve got no doubt he’ll skip class to come for you.”
I’m not sure why I’m protecting him after what he did. It was embarrassing to say the least, but also, sort of humbling, knowing Ridge came to my defense once again.
CHAPTER12
RIDGE
No.Fuck no. That’s not how our first kiss was supposed to be. It should have been longer, more passionate. More…everything.
Forget Zeke. And fuck him for interrupting such a pivotal moment for me and Riley. I don’t care about that bastard. In fact, he’s the last person on my mind. Right now, all I can focus on is Riley and kissing her again.
I’ve dreamt of that moment for weeks and that’s not at all what I envisioned.
We’re walking steadfast, Riley holding my jacket tightly, practically dragging me down the hall. After a few turns, we end up down an empty hallway. Riley loosens her hold on me but doesn't let go, and when she steals a glance over her shoulder, I take my shot.
Catching her off guard, I grab her by the waist, spin her around, and push her back to the wall. She yelps on impact, but doesn’t fend me off, which doesn’t surprise me, considering she’s the one who initiated our first kiss.
Yeah. She fucking wants me. Knew it all along.
With her spine pinned to the wall, I pinch her waist tightly, my fingers delving so deep into her flesh, it wouldn’t surprise me if I bruise her delicate skin.
Then, I kiss her. Really fucking hard. There is nothing sweet and gentle about it and it’s something she needs to get used to because sweet and gentle is not my style.
Her head tilts slightly to the right, while mine angles to the left. Our noses brush and I exhale all of my venomous breath into her mouth, while filling her lungs with my own oxygen.
God, she tastes better than I ever could have imagined. The taste of lemon still lingers on her tongue from the lemonade she drank this morning. I know because I watched her drink it.
Our mouths part, teeth clanking as my tongue overpowers hers. Every now and then, Riley likes to show me she has all the control. In the bathroom at the party last weekend, she pushed me into the shower and yelled at me. Minutes ago, she forced me out of class and into the hall.
Feeding into her demands is a power move on my part, and it’s working.
