“Do you want to go back?” I asked, watching with hazy eyes as Shiner rocked his hips forward into a girl that was all but screaming out his name. “Oh my God, Shiner. Don’t stop.”
“Fuck no,” Isaiah answered, gripping me so tightly I was likely to have bruises tomorrow. The hand that was swiping back and forth over the top of my panties stilled.
“Then why did you suggest we go back?”
“Because I can’t keep my fucking hands off you.” Isaiah’s nose grazed the side of my jaw so slowly and tediously that I began to throb in places I didn’t know I could. There was a sudden pull in my belly that made my stomach dip with his admission. “You’re standing here, panting, with my hands on you, watching something so fucking dirty with an innocence that I want to taint so badly.” His lips gently touched the side of my mouth, and my hand clamped onto his wrist that was so close to where I wanted it. “I’m not a decent person, Gemma. I’ve seen bad shit. Bad shit that I didn’t put a stop to, but fuck…you’re good, and I’m not going to ruin you. I’ve already crossed the line and—”
“And I want you to touch me, Isaiah. So do it.” If I wasn’t in overdrive from everything else I was feeling, I would have been in shock at my demand. “If anything, just for tonight.”
He growled as his teeth nipped my ear. I gasped aloud, my back curving. I felt a heat cling to my skin so quickly that I wished the trees would waft a breeze over us to cool me down.
“Don’t say things like that to me.” His heavy breath clamored over my skin as he flung me around to meet his dark stare. “I feel out of control around you. I honestly don’t know if I can even go slow with you and treat you the way that you deserve.” Isaiah’s palms wrapped around
my face as his fingers dove into my hair. “And you have to understand something, Gemma.” His mouth was so close to touching mine that I could almost taste him on my tongue. I licked my lips, and he somehow pulled me even closer. “You are leaving. I am staying. This won’t last.”
“I know that.”
He shook his head, pushing our bodies flush. I could feel a hardness lay between us, and I knew what it was. Only this time, it didn’t scare me. “You don’t understand. I’m not going to want to let you go. Especially if we keep this up. Things are different with you.”
There was a slight knock in my heart that understood his words. I already felt that way. I already didn’t want to leave St. Mary’s, but it was absolutely vital that I did.
My shaky hands dropped to Isaiah’s waist as I moved my head just a fraction closer to his. Can’t we just pretend we’re normal? Just for the night? Like we’re two teenagers who don’t have a load of baggage at their feet?
I didn’t say this aloud, but it was so easy to forget who I was with him. To forget that guarded girl who was terrified for the future if she stayed just a moment too long at this school. It was so easy to just lose myself when, in reality, I should have been finding myself. But there were no fearful thoughts, no hold-backs, nothing. I just felt when I was with him. I let my mind, heart, and body all come together as one for the first time, and maybe that was how it was supposed to be.
Isaiah didn’t say anything as he peered down at me. I was pretty sure that Shiner and the girl had left, because I didn’t hear a single thing except for my own heartbeat and Isaiah’s labored breathing.
“Once I acknowledge that I’m willingly crossing this line, again, it’s going to be hard for me to go back, Gemma. I fucking can’t. I feel wildly possessive over you, and that should scare the fuck out of you.”
“So possessive that when it’s time to let me go, you won’t?” My heart raced up my throat, holding me hostage to the answer that I needed him to give me. Please just give me this. Just for the night.
His answer was sharp. “No. Because although I am possessive, I am also protective, and getting away from me is in your best interest. And that has nothing to do with the real reason you’re leaving.”
I stayed quiet for a few moments. My fingers rested along the hem of his t-shirt as his hands dropped from the sides of my face and ran down the length of my arms so slowly I shivered.
His gulp drew my attention to his mouth as the question floated out. “So what will it be? Do we go back up to the bonfire and stop this before it becomes something more? Or do you want to stay here?”
“Here,” I said, gripping his shirt within my hands. “I want to stay right here. With you. We don’t even have to discuss it tomorrow. It can just be for tonight.”
Isaiah didn’t respond. Instead, his hands moved quickly, and his fingers dug into my thighs, hoisting me up to meet his middle. His mouth descended onto mine, and the kiss rocked me. It was rough, our teeth clanking, his tongue diving forward and licking up my innocence like he’d starve without it. My head was dizzy, and I wasn’t sure if it was because he had swung us around and stomped through the forest, or if it was a reaction to what his mouth was doing. Either way, I loved it. I loved every single bit of it.
He pulled away when we reached a different area in the forest. I glanced up and saw the opening of the stars and moon again, and I knew we were back to where we started.
“The things I could do to you are endless, Good Girl.”
Excitement flooded me as my teeth sunk down into my lip. Anticipation rushed in as Isaiah’s eyes traveled down to my middle that was pushed up against him with my legs wrapped around his back. Our gazes collided for only a second before his mouth was back on mine, licking and exploring so tediously that I couldn’t think of anything but him. I felt him everywhere. His hands roamed, running the length of my body as I pushed myself further onto his hardness. It felt so good. He grunted as his hands slapped over my waist, hoisting me away from him as he lowered my shaky legs to the forest floor. Sticks crunched underneath his weight as he erased all the space between us, tipping my head back so it rested along the rough bark of the tree. With the stars and moon above our heads, I could see the look in his eye. That icy blue burned brighter as his thumb rubbed over my bottom lip. “I’m starving.” What? Right now?
My breaths were rushed, and they grew even choppier as Isaiah held me around my ribcage, right underneath my bra. His hands traveled slowly over my curves as he began to lower to one knee. I peered down at him, slack-jawed, completely and utterly confused. “What.. What…” I gulped as one of his warm palms gripped the inside of my thigh.
His breath coated my skin as he ran a finger up and down my thigh. “When I first saw you walk into the bonfire, I wondered why you hadn’t changed out of your uniform before coming.” He chuckled before landing the softest, sweetest kiss on the skin right above my knee. Everything grew hot, and I was pretty certain the ground moved. “But I’m really fucking glad you didn’t.”
I swallowed again, glancing up at the stars before bringing my attention to him hovering right in front of the part of my body that held so much tension I thought I might combust. “Why?”
“Because it’s easier for me to do this.” The finger that had been running up and down my thigh started at the base of my knee as he slowly trailed it up farther and farther, disappearing underneath my skirt. Our eyes caught, and my stomach tightened. “Do you trust me, Gemma?”
I nodded quickly, clenching my teeth as I forced myself to stay still. He watched me with lazy eyes as I responded to his finger lightly touching me over my underwear. My lips parted as he pressed his thumb slightly into my most tingly part. “I want to taste you.”
I pushed myself back into the rough bark. Wait, what? Isaiah’s arm wrapped around the crook of my back for a second, pulling me closer to his mouth. “No, that’s not true.” Then both of his hands gripped me again as he made a noise that sent me into complete overdrive. “I fucking need to taste you.”