“Don’t even think about it.”
I lift my head to find Xander staring down at me with his lids half-closed, although the rest of his face is stone cold.
Only Xander wouldn’t loosen up when he’s drunk.
“How do you know what I’m thinking about?” I ask.
“I just do. It’s a curse.” He reaches his thumb to my lower lip and wipes some chocolate off. “You want to throw it back up, but don’t. Rein it in. I’ll stay with you until the urge goes.”
My chin trembles, but I clench my mouth, not wanting to feel the softness of his touch or the dooming weight of his words.
I’ll stay with you until the urge goes.
How can he say things like that so easily? How can he reach inside me and effortlessly wrench these feelings out?
He places his thumb with the bit of chocolate between my pursed lips. “Finish it.”
I shake my head, but that only makes him push his thumb harsher until it connects with my teeth. “We can do it the easy way or the hard way.”
Or I can just bite you.
I’m about to do that when he smirks as if he’s been reading my thoughts all along. “For the record, biting me is the hard, not the easy one.”
I dart out my tongue and lick the chocolate off his thumb. It’s quick and I finish soon after I start.
My tongue itches for more. I’m like a newbie getting her first hit of drugs, her first high, and needing so much more of that madness.
Xander doesn’t remove his finger, even after I’m done. He stares at me with a weird type of intensity.
He always has this frown whenever he looks at me, a fucked up type of interest, which I’ve always known is because he hates me.
But right now, it’s not hate that’s staring back at me. It’s anger, raw and unhinged. A shudder goes through me, even though he hasn’t directed it at me yet.
His thumb leaves my lips and I exhale, thinking it’s finally over.
“The right green eyes,” he slurs.
“W-what?”
My breathing cuts off when he cradles my cheeks with both his hands and brushes his lips against mine. Once. Twice.
It’s soft, so soft, I think I’m going to die from the feeling of it. I never thought Xander’s lips would be this soft. Not once have I imagined our first kiss would be this gentle, heartbreaking even.
First kiss, if we don’t count the smooches we had as kids.
He groans deep in his throat as he possesses my lips and turns me around, slamming me against something hard, a tree.
Tingle
s erupt down my spine as I open my mouth with a moan. Xander loses all softness then. His tongue finds mine and he kisses me with a ferocity that leaves me soundless, breathless, and boneless.
I wrap my hands around his nape, letting them get lost in his thick hair as he grabs my face tighter, kissing me harder and faster, like it’s the first and the last time, like he has to run right after this.
From the outside looking in, it must seem like he’s sucking my soul out of my mouth, and that’s probably what he’s doing.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think he’d kiss me, or that he’d be this passionate about it, as if I was the only kiss that matters in his life and –
As fast as he starts, he wrenches away from me with a deep, pained growl.