Lost In Us (Lost 1)

"You wanted to leave not ten minutes ago. What's stopping you now?"

"Do you want me to leave, but don't know how to say it?"

"God, no," he says, digging his fingers deeper into my waist.

Our heavy breaths are the only things filling the silence between us for a few seconds.

"You just ended a long relationship. You're used to something I can't give you," he says.

"Maybe I want to try something different," I say and his eyebrows shoot up in the same bewildered surprise that overwhelms me.

"You won't—"

I lean forward and kiss him without giving him the chance to utter one reason that could change my mind. There are so many of them. And I don't want to change my mind. I don't even want to think this through. I want to have fun.

I want to be reckless.

Just for once.

He gasps for breath a few seconds later and I feel his conceited smile form against my lips as he says, "Let's get out of here."

It is a good thing he remembers we are not really in a private space, because it completely slips my mind. He grabs my hand and opens a door between two cabinets that I hadn't noticed before. We step into a hallway similar to the one at the entrance, except there are no paintings in this one, and there are fewer doors.

He opens the door directly in front of us and pulls me in, flattening me against the door as soon as he closes it. We're in a library.

"Have you changed your mind?" He passes his thumb gently over my lips.

"No."

"Good." He leans in and starts perusing my neck with his lips, sending delicious little tingles down my spine. "Because I want you so badly."

A soft moan escapes my lips, triggered by his confession. It's not just his words. His whole body expresses a craving that mirrors mine.

He covers my mouth with a kiss, an even more hungry and passionate kiss than the ones before it. His hands travel up my back and the slightest spasm of panic shakes me when he unceremoniously rips the eyelets apart, allowing my dress to fall to the ground, leaving me completely naked except for my panties. One second later, they land on the floor as well.

He breaks off the kiss and steps back. His eyes travel slowly over my body, the blue in them getting darker and darker by the second. When they reach my chest I automatically move my hand in an attempt to cover my minuscule boobs, but he stops me midway and wraps me in his arms.

"You are so beautiful, Serena," he says in a low, raspy voice before kissing me again.

My desperate hands search for the buttons of his shirt, and I start undoing them one by one. I feel eighteen again, preparing for my firs

t time. In many ways it is a first and it's even more nerve-wracking than the real first time. There was at least a bed involved, and a guy I had been dating for two years.

I press my fingers into his skin the second his shirt comes off, my touch leaving red marks on his perfectly toned body. God, he's hot.

He lifts me in his arms and I wrap my legs around him as he carries me around, never ceasing to kiss him, never ceasing to touch him.

A spasm of panic returns as he places me on my back on the leather couch and leans over me.

"You're nervous," he whispers in my ear.

"A bit." I have no doubt the tremble in my voice reveals just how nervous I am. "You have an unfair advantage over me," I point to his pants.

"You think?" he asks and presses himself to me. His erection against my bare midriff wipes every wisp of nervousness from my mind, leaving only one thought.

I want him.

I unbuckle his belt as clumsily as I unbuttoned his shirt and take off his pants and boxer briefs at the same time. And then I touch him.