Page 21 of She Loves Me Not


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Before I can stop myself, I'm on her, and I'm kissing her like my life depends on it, like there's no tomorrow, and as far as I'm concerned, that might very well be the case if she pulls away, if she doesn't kiss me back.

Then I feel her lips mold to mine, her tongue brushing mine, with just as much strength and as much passion as I'm putting into it.

It's a bruising kiss, one that is going to leave us gasping and shaking. I already know how it’s going to be, and I can't even say I talk from experience because I have never experienced anything like this. I just know.

Maybe it’s not even that crazy after all. There are five years of pent-up lust and frustration unfurling in this moment between us.

I don't even know when I did it, but I realize I've plucked her from the pavement. Her legs are around my waist, and my hands are firmly holding her lush ass.

Everything around us disappears, and I'm fully immersed in her. Her body heat, her breath melting into mine, the beat of her heart syncing with the pulse in my blood, my cock painfully surging against her one more time.

I feel one of her little hands tug at the lapels of my jacket, and I break our kiss, almost fearful of what she is going to say.

Here in front of her, I don't even know who I am anymore.

Certainly, I don't feel like the Boardroom-lion everyone is so scared of right now.

She could make me or break me with a single word. That's how much I love her. That's how much I need her to love me back.

Her breaths come in fast little gasps, she blinks a couple of times, and I can see there are tiny tears dangling from her dark lashes. "This is crazy…"

Not what I wanted to hear, but at least she is not calling me afuckerfor now. I’ll take it.

I shake my head. “What if it is? Does it matter? It doesn’t to me, Lynn.”

She sighs. “I don’t understand.”

I move slightly away from her and bend a little to look her in the eye. I know it would be better to put her down while having this conversation, but I can’t bring myself to do it.

“Of course you do,” I tell her, attempting to put more confidence than I feel in my words. But I have to try. I have to go with my guts about it.

I can't reason my way around this. I can't calculate, can't consider things carefully, lucidly like I do in business. I cannot do any of those things with her. She holds my happiness in her hands, and she doesn't even know it. I can't be rational about this.

"No, I don't!" Lynn pulls away from me, scrambling to get out of my arms.

I let her slide down my body, making her feel one more time exactly what she does to me. She gasps again, and I see it one more time. A flash of desire in her eyes.

I nod and take a step back to give her a little space. I don’t want her to feel smothered and crowded in by me. I want her to come willingly. “So you don’t understand, okay? Maybe… maybe I don’t completely understand it myself, but you do feel it. Don’t you?”

She says nothing to that, looking away.

I gently grab her shoulders. “Why did you leave like that just now?” I look down at her, stopping her from escaping my eyes.

She shrugs. “I couldn’t… I didn’t know how to… how to take it, okay? It was a… a… big surprise.”

I laugh at that. Can't help myself. I'm a guy, after all. "Big surprise, uh?"

She punches me on one shoulder with her little fist. “Jerk!”

I take another step toward her, sandwiching her between me and the wall once again. I see goosebumps rise on her pale skin, I want to tell myself she is just cold from the crisp night air, but I know it has nothing to do with it.

I never believed it was possible before tonight, but now I know.

It’s not just me.

It’s not just wishful thinking.

She feels it too.

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