Gods & Monsters

Why isn’t he saying anything? I look down at my feet and wiggle my toes inside my low-heeled black pumps. Then I look up, feeling more unsure than ever. Usually, he’s the one yanking me inside closets and classrooms, gathering me in his arms, touching me one way or another. But he isn’t doing any of that right now.

“Can I come in?” My voice breaks as I ask the question.

He blinks, waking up from some sort of sleep, and then, he does what he always does, pulls me inside and shuts the door with a thud, his gestures loud and sure.

“What… I thought I was dreaming.” He swallows, his palms flat on the wood, on either side of me, making a cage of tanned muscles and bones. “I’ve been going out of my mind all day, thinking about you with that fucker. Been kicking myself for being an asshole to you all week.” He leans down, his wildly heaving chest pressing into me. “I was going to take you.”

Something in his tone makes me shiver. “T-take me from where?”

“From him. From your school. I knew you’d be arriving right about now so I was going to get you. Going to tell the whole world you’re mine.”

I know he isn’t lying. I know he would’ve done it, whatever he was thinking of doing before I got here.

It shouldn’t make me all melty and slippery. It shouldn’t make me clench my thighs because honest to God, this is scary. Borderline criminal and crazy. And I know that if he had decided to take me, I wouldn’t have resisted. I would’ve gone with him, with a savagely beating heart and a healthy dose of fear and excitement in my stomach.

I grab the hem of his t-shirt. “You don’t have to take me. I’m here.”

“How the fuck are you here?”

“Duke dropped me off. He said he’d be back to take me home later.” His jaw clenches and his eyes shoot fire at Duke’s name. I cup his hard, stubbled jaw and get up on my tip-toes. “Shh. Don’t. He’s not worth it.”

“The only reason he’s walking on two legs right now is because you keep saving him from me.”

I have to chuckle at this because he is an idiot. I kiss his chin. “I’m not saving him. I’m saving you. It’s always you, Abel. I don’t want my mom to have more fuel against you. We’ve come so far. We’ve been smart, as you said. I can’t let anyone ruin that for us. Not even you, you animal.”

His lips quirk up and at last his eyes smile, losing their heat. “I’m an animal, am I?”

I nod, smiling slightly, studying the lighter shade of brown in his gaze, encased with darker eyelashes. “Yes, but you’ve got beautiful eyes.”

“Yeah?” He throws me a lopsided smile. “I was thinking the same thing.”

“Really?”

“No. I was thinking how hot your little mouth is and how I wanna fuck it with my tongue right now.”

A shiver skates down my spine. Hot and burning, I hit his shoulder. “Abel. That’s…”

“What? Inappropriate?”

“Duh.” I blush.

“How about if I say I wanna make love to your mouth with my tongue? Is that better?”

I’m fighting to not smile. It’s a battle that I lose in about three seconds. “Then I’d say…” I lean into him and whisper in his ear, with a boldness I barely feel. “Less talking and more fucking.”

He shudders and gapes at me with shock, and I grin at him. His eyes smolder and he moves his hands from the door and settle them where they belong, on my waist. “Anyone ever tell you that you’re bossy, Pixie?”

I wind my arms around his neck and toe off my shoes, freeing my feet, and get up on his bare ones. “Yeah, my boyfriend.”

Chuckling, he swoops down and kisses me. I sigh into his mouth and he hums into mine. It’s a kiss that I’ve been waiting for my whole life, it seems. I trace my hands all over his body, shoulders, chest, stomach. I feel his soft t-shirt, trying to commit it to memory so I can relive this moment when I’m alone in bed tonight and every night for the next four weeks.

He does the same. His big hands move all over my back, my tiny waist, bunching my dress. His fingers pinch the flesh on my butt and travel down to my thighs, forcing me to lift up my leg and wrap my calf around his hip.

Moaning, he cups my cheeks, and maneuvers my face the way he wants so he can deepen the kiss. I don’t know how long our lips collide, but by the time we come up for air, we’re rocking against each other and my hands are under his shirt, my nails digging into his stomach.

We draw huge amounts of misty and hormone-infused air. Somehow, I can feel his heart beat against my palm, even though I’m nowhere near his chest. His dick is pressing against my wet core, making me realize how long it’s been since he touched me there, how long has it been since I touched him.