Never Far Away (The Never #2)(19)
“What the hell do you think I’m trying to do here?! You think I don’t want you? You think this isn’t confusing as hell for me, either? I’ve been trying to tell myself all along not to get involved with you just because I supposedly had before. Well, f*ck that, Porter. What if every time I see you my heart beats faster? What if every time you’re close to me I want you to be closer? What if every time you hold my hand I imagine your hand on my body in a million different places?”
Porter’s breath quickly rushed in and out, their eyes still trained right on one another’s.
“If this happens, Ella, it happens one hundred percent. I will not settle for anything less than every single part of you. No more hiding from anyone and no more going entire weeks without being together. I want you and I will have you. That’s what kissing me means right now.” His words floated through the air and landed right on Ella’s lips. He waited an eternity for her to respond. When she finally moved, it was to pull him back in. She paused right before their lips met again, and with closed eyes whispered, “I’m yours if you’re mine.”
“You’re mine,” he growled and crashed his mouth into hers.
The electricity and thunderous exchange between Porter and Ella was in complete contrast to the serene and peaceful surrounding they were currently in. The fire raging between them threatened to burn the forest down.
His hands found the familiar groove that fits his hands perfectly, behind her ears, as he framed her face, pulling her in closer. He brought her over to him, and she climbed atop him, straddling his legs, her own hands finding his face as well.
Their kiss was frantic at first, almost angry. Both of their need and desire coming through and burning on their mouths. He tugged on her bottom lip, and she dug her nails into his shoulders. Tongues stabbing, drilling into each other. Each of them fought the other, trying to prove with their mouth that they, in fact, had the most feeling invested in this kiss.
Porter pulled away first, not wanting to kiss her in anger anymore. This wasn’t the first kiss he had wanted with her, but he was thankful for the contact regardless.
“Why are you so mad?” He asked, trying to catch his breath.
“I’m angry that I missed out on what we were. I can feel how much you loved me and I am mad that I can’t remember the most epic love of my life.”
“Now who’s far away?” A slight smile played across his lips.
“What do you mean?”
“Well,” he said as he tucked a stray hair behind her ear and flicked his nose against hers. “Here we are again. What we had before, although it was, up until now, the best ten days of my life, was exactly that. Ten days. I can give you ten more days. I can give you ten years. I want to give you a lifetime, Ella. Don’t let something we can’t control affect what’s between us.”
“Why are you mad?” She asked after a long pause.
“I’m mad because you won’t let me kiss you the way I want to.”
“How do you want to kiss me, Porter?”
“Like this.” He quickly maneuvered her so that she was laying on the blanket covered rock. He laid her down softly, covered her body with his, and wrapped his hands around her wrists, pinning them above her head. He ran his nose from the crook of her neck, all the way up to her earlobe, breathing her in.
“Vanilla,” he whispered. She quietly moaned at the vibration his voice made on her neck. He took her earlobe in his mouth, tugging and pulling on it with his teeth. When he finally made his way to her lips, his kiss was feather soft and left love dusted all over her mouth. He started the kiss simply and slowly, lightly rubbing his mouth over hers, not a kiss really, but a marking. This was his mouth now. It became an actual kiss when he used his tongue to tease the seam of her lips and when she opened for him it was with complete surrender. He felt her giving in to him, letting him take her wherever he was going, trusting him to tell her the story of their love with his lips.
Suddenly his tongue filled her mouth, and the urgency with which her tongue slid against his made him move his hands from her wrists and slide down her arms and come to her face again. They breathed rapidly, their heartbeats thundering through their veins, keeping rhythm to their lips dancing.
Porter waited weeks to feel Ella’s skin beneath his hands, to be able to put his lips to hers, and in this moment, he couldn’t be happier. As her legs fell open, it allowed his body to get even closer to hers and he fit snuggly in between her knees, just like he remembered.
His hands came down from her face and while one hand twined its fingers with hers, the other was trailing down her shirt, between her breasts.
She arched her back and pressed herself into his hands, asking to be touched. He moved his lips from hers down to her neck.
“Ella, I’ve waited so long to hold you like this,” he mumbled into her neck. His hand played with the hem of her shirt and as his fingers slid just under the fabric, teasing the part of her stomach above her shorts; he heard her whimper. “You sound just as eager as me.” He moved his lips along her neck, trying to taste every part of her exposed skin.
“I haven’t been touched like this in so long, Porter. Please don’t stop.”
For just an instant Porter halted, knowing that Ella was talking about Kyle. Of course she didn’t remember when they’d had their hands all over each other eight weeks ago. It only took a moment for the thought to pass, as he resumed trailing his tongue along her collarbone.