“This is dangerous.”
“Doesn’t that make it so much more fun?” I ask, her hands touch my exposed chest just barely but enough for me to break out in goosebumps all over. Her eyes closing as she looks between us, her fingers brushing me like she wants to dance with fire, but first wants to test the flames to see if it will burn. I plan to burn. Burn her so deep she never forgets who I am, so my mark will forever be stained on her for any other man who dares come near her. “Mine.” It’s simple and it wasn’t meant to leave my lips. It was in my head but now it’s out there floating around between us. Her eyes shoot up to mine, her eyelashes so long that the closer I get the faster they start to flutter.
“I’m not yours, Echo, I’m mine.”
I want to argue with her, scream at her that she’s wrong. I don’t, instead, I go ever so slowly so I can touch her, just be as close as possible before our day actually starts, and I don’t get this chance again of having her here with me. Just us. It’s almost as sweet as what heaven would be like, of that I’m sure.
Her eyes flick to my lips then back to my eyes. Fast. She isn’t sure what she wants to do, fight me or kiss me. I can see the fight in her eyes, the determination to say no, but the resilience to say yes. It’s interesting, and only making me harder as I keep looking at her.
“Just for a few more hours, pretend with me,” I ask her, needing it, wanting it. She sighs heavily, her breath touching my lips, she smells like coffee.
“You take, and take…”
She’s right, I do. Of just her, though. “Only you, I’ll take all of you if you’ll let me.”
“Then what’s left for me, Echo? What’s left for me?”
Leaning down ever so softly my lips caresses hers. “Me.”
Her fingers move and her hands go to my side so I can drop, being careful to not put all my weight on her, I do so with another soft kiss. She doesn’t stop me or tell me no, this time she opens her mouth to kiss me back.
Lovers that weren’t meant to be.
My brother laughed at me the first time I ever told him I was in love. Love to me is such a fun thing, something most people want and some never achieve.
I thought I had it with Selena.
I was wrong.
Maybe all those years ago when he spoke those words they never really sunk in, until now. ‘You don’t love her. You love the idea of being in love with her. She isn’t your girl.’ He was right then. It just took me a while to work it out and find someone who doesn’t use me, who likes me for just being me. A lovesick fool. I haven’t told her yet, but I’m head over heels falling for a redhead with a sharp personality, who keeps me on my toes and doesn’t make me feel less than I am. I’m with a woman, now I just have to make her love me.
It should be easy. I can see it in her eyes, how she falls for me every second. She’s strong though, lucky for her I’m resilient.27StormHis lips touch mine and he steals my breath away with the seriousness of his kiss. It’s like he’s kissing me for the first time in a long time like he has to remember how I taste and store it in his memory. No other body part moves just one hand that’s touching my chin ever so lightly while his lips massage mine like they were woven out of gold just for him. I part them, he takes that invitation and his tongue slides in. I can feel every inch of him beneath me, even if he doesn’t move he still very apparent to every part of my body. He tastes like coffee and sin. How can I get sucked in every time when I tell myself I won’t, that I’m done. The head wants one thing the heart wants another, and he’s taking advantage of that without my consent.
“Red.” He lifts and his hand comes between us. He pulls at my shirt and lifts it, so my breasts come into view, his mouth descends onto my nipple until his lips cover it as he sucks hard. My hands lift and thread through his perfectly styled blond hair. He reaches for it, pulling away and pinning it to the side of me, so I can’t move as he starts to grind, leaving me helpless while his body plays musical sex instruments on me. His mouth on my breast, going from one to another while I can feel him, every inch of him, the only thing separating us is the very thin pieces of fabric between us as he grinds on me. Hitting that perfect sweet spot only he can hit.