Dirty Curve

“Then I’d say you and me got a lot in common, gorgeous girl.” His voice is thick with emotion, and his eyes ...

I have to look away.

There’s something brewing within them, something I recognize.

Something I feel deep in my gut, more so the last few days than ever.

Longing.

A desolate sense of solitude.

And maybe it makes no sense.

I have friends, he has friends, yet here we are, two strangers at a party, sitting alone in the dark having a conversation that feels more intimate than anything has in a long, long time.

“I want to help you,” Tobias says quietly.

I turn back to him, and while it takes him a second, he looks to me, a burning sense of determination in his gaze.

“Help me how?”

“Forget,” he says with direct intent.

“Forget.”

I press my palms more firmly into the ground, and he nods, more to himself than me.

“Whatever it is you came here to forget, I want to make that happen. I can make that happen, but I want to be able to do it again tomorrow, and again after that.” His eyes fall to my lips, and my stomach flips. “Tell me I can.”

The muscles in my core grow taut and it’s getting hard to breathe.

It gets even harder when his large, coarse fingers glide along my jaw, leaving a trail of fire and goose bumps in their wake. His touch stretches farther until his hand is wrapped around the back of my neck.

Tobias pins me with his piercing blue eyes and suddenly I’m mush before him, free for the taking.

His ... for the taking.

He scoots his body closer, his lips now hovering an inch away from mine.

His eyes close, his grip tightening, his heated breath growing closer, and then I rush out, “I’m pregnant.”

Every muscle in his body freezes, and those lids snap right back open, narrowing more and more by the second.

“No lie,” I whisper with a nod, even though he asked nothing.

He didn’t have to, his eyes did it for him.

“I am, with a man who sucks, but I didn’t know he sucked and now I do because when I told him, he got angry and accused me of lying, as if I would lie about that, and then I found out he’s been fucking another girl my age and I meant nothing the whole time and now I—”

I gasp, my nervous rambling cut off when he slams his mouth into mine.

His lips are full, his kiss hard and deep, and when his tongue demands entrance, I give it with relief.

I kiss the man back, and it’s a kiss like no other. He’s not just kissing me to help me forget, he’s kissing me because he wants to.

He wants to take over my thoughts and mind and body, and he wants me to let him.

I’m not sure I could hold back if I tried.

Every part of me wants every part of him.

He doesn’t feel like a heated body and good time.

He feels like ... more.

It’s as if I need him tonight. Not someone, but him, and as strange as it sounds, I think he needs me tonight too.

It makes no sense.

But maybe it’s not supposed to.

I’m here to forget, to let go.

So, I push away all my inhibitions, and I do just that.

I let go of me and I get lost in him.

I don’t wait for Tobias to lie me back like some fragile princess.

I grip him by the collar and tug him down on top of me.

He doesn’t protest but settles between my legs.

“Let me take you to my room,” he says, lips now grazing along the hollow of my neck. “I don’t want anyone to see you like this.”

My heart races, my mind right there with it. “Don’t worry about me.”

He pauses, his bloodshot blues hooded and pinning me in place. “Let me take you to my room.”

He has no reason to care if I’m spotted beneath him like this, but it’s clear as day he does. Why, I don’t know, but I slip my hands between us and unbutton his jeans.

“Meyer ...”

He grinds against me, and my body breaks out in chills.

“If we move, I might walk away.”

He groans, dropping his lips to my ear. He nips at the skin there and I shake beneath him. “Then don’t fucking move, gorgeous girl.”

A chuckle leaves me, and together we kick our shoes from our feet, lose our jeans, and then he’s at my entrance.

His eyes snap to mine, and he kisses me hard, whispering against my mouth, “I’m gonna slide inside you now.”

I bite his bottom lip, and he does exactly what he says.

He pushes all the way into me in one long, slow thrust.

Our moans mix, our breathing turning into short pants.

“You’re so fucking soft.” He moans, grinding his hips into mine, and I lift, willing him deeper.