Easton claimed my mouth, vindicating everything I knew about us.
This kiss felt like it had happened a hundred times before. Our bodies were attuned to one another. He moved, I moved, he breathed, I breathed, and we were one.
History had erased itself, and in its place was a kiss that would rewrite it.
Chapter Fourteen
Easton
Her lips tasted like fresh-picked berries right off the vine, sweet and succulent, just ready to be devoured. I had wanted to kiss her since the moment I turned thirteen and I finally knew why people kissed. I ruined it for myself in high school, but having her kiss me back right now, it was a dream I never thought would come true.
I never wanted to stop feeling her lips against mine.
This.
This was how we were supposed to be.
I planned to dive in and take her in passionate kiss because the need had been building for so long, but once my mouth landed on hers, my fucking world stopped spinning and the urgency faded. All I wanted to do was enjoy her lips all day until we were panting with need, and her mouth was swollen from our kiss.
My cock ached in the jeans my brother brought me. They were a size too tight ever since I started working out more. I had folded these up and put them in the closest, but with how Luna looked at me when I wore them, I’d buy a hundred pairs just like them. She held on to my belt loops as her pelvis rocked against the hard steel that wanted her.
I groaned into her mouth, gripping her jaw harder than necessary, and a drop of precome leaked from the tip and pooled right in the front of my jeans to create a wet spot. She’d see it. I wanted her to. I wanted her to see how she affected me.
I brought the kiss to a painful, antagonizing end, and laid my forehead against hers. We gasped for breath, trying to slow the building desire coursing through us, but I knew the desire would never fail, never falter, and never break.
My entire body shook as I pulled away. It was the hardest damn thing I had ever done besides letting her go the night of the bonfire. When I looked at
her, my ego fucking purred in satisfaction when I noticed her eyes closed, lips swollen and red, abused from the rough scratch of my beard that was too long. Her nipples were tight beads against her shirt, and I wanted to kiss them too.
“We should get going,” I said. “I don’t want to give people a show. Kissing you is my treat,” I said, leaning in for another quick peck, something that was quickly becoming a habit in my book.
She nodded, still not saying a word.
I readjusted my cock in the tight fucking pants. I couldn’t fucking breathe in these things, but Luna’s big green eyes rounded when they saw what she did to me, and her cheeks turned a darker shade of red.
“Fuck, you gotta stop looking at me like that, Moon.”
“Like what?” she whispered, still staring at my aching cock.
“Like you want to do more than just look at me.”
“I do,” she said it a ‘duh’ fashion, but she quickly slapped her hand over her mouth, trying to take back what she said. “I mean— I— maybe— one… day?”
She was cute when she was flustered. I liked that. I planned to make it a habit.
If we didn’t leave now, I’d take her right here in this parking lot, and I was almost positive that she wouldn’t like that. I opened up the driver’s side door for her, just like my mom raised me to, and Luna hummed in surprise and slid into the car. I shut her door with a soft click and, with a shit-eating grin, made my way to the passenger seat.
We sat there for another minute, and it was clear she was still flustered by the way her hands shook to turn the key in the ignition.
“Want to know a secret?” I asked, wanting to make her feel comfortable again.
“Yeah, of course,” she said, turning her glazed eyes to me. I bit back a moan when I saw how swollen her lips were. I wanted to fuck those sweet lips with my cock to make them that swollen again.
I was getting sidetracked, and my leaking cock was proof of that.
“I didn’t think you were going to pick me up,” I said to her, trying to weigh down each word with the pain I felt when I realized it. I stood outside the hospital, waiting, but every minute that ticked by that she didn’t show, I was afraid she’d backed out on me.
It hurt like hell, but it wouldn’t have stopped me from pursuing her.