Broken Girl(78)

Her energy thunders through every cell of my body as who I am and what we are dissolves in our kiss. She tastes so sweet, with a hint of bitter. I can feel that she’s just as afraid as I am.

Words have created our emotions, the act of us being together is something so much deeper. I drag my hands up over her shoulders, I feel her shiver as my touch paints her skin with love. Her lips dampening by our tongues mingling, consuming the fear and passion we’ve let collect in our conversations. My hands tangle in her hair, as we taste each other’s desires. She anchors her hands against my chest, her warmth penetrates through to my heart.

Suddenly, nothing else exists outside of the moment we are sharing. I feel her begin to heal.

I don’t push, I don’t press, I don’t take what I want, I hold back, and I let her decide how far she wants to take this delicate and treacherous journey of discovery. I know she needs to be in control. Her intentions are clear, she needs to make the next move, even if it kills me. I push away the urge to have more.

God, I want more.

I move slowly, keeping my fingers tangled in her hair, my lips glued to hers. I long to drag my tongue down across her jaw line. I want to taste every inch of her skin, pralines and cream. I will myself not to move too fast. I focus on the fact that she’s new at this, sharing herself with me. If only a kiss . . . I will take it.

My world found its home, my lips found its mate, my life, its purpose. I’m filled with the moment, captured by her magic, even while knowing at any second she owns the ability to leave me torn, twisted, alone.

She urges me back on the sofa her body light against mine, I feel her breasts press against me just enough to prick my body into overdrive. The heat surging below the buttons of my pants intensifies as she draws her knee up between my legs. Her lips creating the perfect place to get lost, she tastes so irresistibly good, so raw, unprotected.

It’s her decision if our damp clothes become the only protection between us. She withdraws from our kiss, instantly I’m lost without her taste. I want to breathe with her until every feeling of panic filling every atom of my body disappears. I need her warm skin against mine.

She looks at me and I see the fire raging behind her pupils. I see the inferno of confusion, defeat, fear, need, want, and love. Yes, I see that she wants to love me. God, tell her to keep holding on to that desire to let me in, let me love her.

“Are you okay with this?” I ask breathlessly.

I panic because she doesn’t move. Her emerald eyes are pinned to mine, her expression inquisitive enough to make me second guess opening my f*cking mouth. I just gave her an out . . . I’ve given her a free pass to choose between what she wants and what she believes she needs.

“I don’t know,” she says before her eyes trail down to my lips, as her body is hovering over mine. “I’ve never kissed like that before.”

Her words paralyze me.

“You’ve never kissed like that before?” My heart falls into my gut. I know she’s kissed people before, what does she mean?

“No, it was so intimate. I’ve never kissed someone like that, not until now.”

Her eyes catching mine, I see the truth boiling behind her words. Suddenly I’m acutely aware of her firm nipples teasing my chest, her hair tickling my cheeks, and her breath mingling with mine. I’m pinned, trapped, taken by her answer, her body, her pulse thundering through the artery down the side of her neck. I need to press my lips there, feel the pace of her excitement, her desire that boils through her veins as she gives herself to me entirely.

She lowers her hips against mine and finds home.

Pressure, just enough pressure to drive me f*cking crazy.

A smile crests her beautifully lonely lips. “Is this okay for you?” she asks in a delicate tone.

“It’s perfect,” I answer.

I rest my hands on the curves of her lower back. My fingers meeting the natural curve of her ass I feel her desire to push down against me.

Instinctively I roll my hips and push myself up against her. Partly afraid she’ll decide this might be too much, I watch her reaction. Her eyes go wide, she presses back and I know she likes what I have to offer. Her lips crash against mine as I push up to meet hers. My hands desperate to find some of her exposed flesh, as bad as I want her under me, as much as I want to bury myself deep in her soul, I don’t. Not yet. We are on fire, burning together, igniting something so f*cking intense, something I never felt with anyone else ever before. Wordlessly, we were speaking volumes with our bodies. She loves me and I love her.

She wiggles, adjusting herself . . . her hips . . . her legs finally straddling mine. I pull my hands from her lower back and push her hair away from her face. Both of us still diving deep into kissing each other. She backs far enough away I can see her eyes are damp with an insatiable need. I silently ask to feel her flesh as I catch her shirt between my fingers. Six buttons, that’s how many I counted when I watched her walk in, six small delicate buttons separate me from finally touching paradise, dragging my mouth over her swelling breasts, tasting her milky soft skin.

She flashes a timid smile and her hands replace mine. She teases me with her eyes as she slowly unfastens each button. She’s torturing me. Her shirt is stretching open, and I do the right thing, the tough answer to her call, I wait for her to tell me it’s okay to touch her beautiful body. It’s taking everything I am to wait.