ReBoot (MAC Security 4)

“I thought maybe you… erm…” I swallow as his hand wanders around to my back and slips under the back of my shirt, the pads of his fingers grazing along my skin, making me shiver. “I didn’t think you would want to see me again.” I close my eyes briefly when my back hits the mirrored wall. “That maybe you didn’t mean to kiss me last week.”

“Hmmm.” He dips his head, placing a soft kiss on the side of my neck. “I definitely wanted to kiss you.”

“Then why…” I moan as he trails kisses up my neck and over my jaw. “Why did you run away?”

He doesn’t answer me for several seconds as he continues kissing my neck, eliciting goose bumps to skate across my skin.

“My head was a mess,” he says, pulling away and cupping the side of my neck, his thumb coming up and swiping across my bottom lip. “I shouldn’t be starting anything with you, not with how soon after…” He leaves that hanging in the air, but we both know what he’s saying—that he’s only just gotten out of a relationship. “But there’s something that pulls me to you. Something I can’t deny any longer.”

“I…”

“I know you can feel it too,” he says, his voice deep.

I simply nod, not able to get the words out as he continues to touch me. His eyes flick between both of mine, searching for something; whatever it is he finds because a couple of seconds later, he’s crushing his lips against mine.

This isn’t like the kiss last week; it’s hungry, full of want and desire.

His tongue swipes against mine, causing me to moan and bow my back, pushing my chest farther into his as my one hand holds onto his bicep while the other works its way into his hair.

He groans, pushing his hips into mine, and that’s when I feel how much he wants me.

It happens so fast, I almost feel like I’m dreaming, but one second I’m leaning against the mirrored wall, and the next, he’s picking me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and thrusting his hips against my core.

My tongue flicks against his as I take over the pace of the kiss, slowing it down as he pins me to the wall with his hips and frees his hands. They whisper along my arms, lifting them up before he pulls my tank top up, baring my dusky pink bra.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers, pulling away from my mouth and yanking one of the cups down, not wasting any time to cover my nipple with his mouth.

In the back of my mind, I know that this is too soon, that we shouldn’t be doing this, but I don’t think I’d be able to stop now even if my life depended on it.

The way he makes me feel: sexy, beautiful, like me. I’ve never felt more like me in this moment than I ever have in my entire life.

“I want you so bad,” I say, my voice sounds nothing like my own as I let my head drop back and push my chest closer to him.

I can’t believe I just said that.

He pulls back, letting my nipple pop out of his mouth before licking it and pulling the other cup down, placing both of his thumbs over them as he works in circles.

“You sure?” he asks, his voice gruff. “Are you a virg—”

“No,” I interrupt, knowing that he’s asking if this is my first time. It may have been many years since I’ve done this, but I remember the night I lost my virginity to my high school boyfriend who then dumped me the next day—asshole.

“Oh, God,” I moan, pushing my hips against his erection before being rewarded with a groan of his own.

“Fuck,” he spits, moving his hands from my chest and diving for my denim shorts, undoing the button and letting me down as he kneels in front of me and pulls them down my legs along with my matching lace panties. “Jesus Christ,” he murmurs.

“What?” I ask, scared that he doesn’t like what he sees.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Lex.”

A blush rises up on my cheeks as he kneels there, staring at me before slowly standing back up and placing his hand between my legs.

“What are you—ohhhhh.”

My eyes flutter closed as he swipes his finger over my clit, moving in a circle against the small bud of nerves that have me moaning aloud.

He groans against me, bringing his lips back to mine and thrusting his tongue inside my mouth at the same time he pushes a finger inside me.

It’s be so long since I felt anything like this; in fact, I don’t think it’s ever been this intense. He thrusts his finger in and out, adding another one and rubbing his thumb in circles.