Never Been Loved(88)

“I don’t get it. Just kiss me. We don’t have to play games,” I say, wondering what the hell is going on.

Her fingers tighten around my neck, and she stares at me for what feels like years.

I chew on my lip and watch her eyes flare at that, her breathing coming faster. She sits more firmly on top of me, pulling us closer, and like a fly caught in a spider’s web I follow along to my destination. I move my hands to sit at her ribs, thumbs inches away from the paradise of her breasts, but I check myself, again.

Be a good boy.

“I’ve been told I’m a really bad kisser.”

Well, shit. I didn’t see that coming. Then again, maybe I did.

Sera’s been skittish since the beginning, nervous around me like I’m going to assault her. But maybe it was training, years and years of training in the form of verbal abuse.

I’ll hurt them. I’ll hurt whoever did this to her. I’ll hurt them all.

I scowl at her, hit over the head with disbelief. Who the fuck made her believe that?

“And I want you to teach me how to be a good one.”

Fuck, we’re in so deep, there’s no reason but to go full steam ahead. Just don’t fuck it up. Don’t fuck it up, MacLaine.

I clench and unclench my hands from around Sera’s waist, trying to relax enough that I can do this for her. She squirms in my lap and waits for my answer. I let out a growl that probably has me sounding like a crazed animal. Who the fuck cares?

I have a goddess sitting in my lap and she’s asking me, me, to give her something good, something she’s never had a chance at.

Yeah, I’ll do what you want Sera. I’m going to be the man you can count on, I’m going to be the one who will be honoured when you’re mine.

“Baby, good kissing is about wanting to kiss me.”

Sera shivers on top of me. I nearly come in my jeans.

“Do you want me?”

“Yes,” she moans, pulling on my neck and moving me closer until we’re glued together from the hips up. Her hips jolt closer to me, and she almost – fucking almost – settles right on top of Junior, and stars explode behind my eyes.

She moves even closer, so that her upper arms are on my shoulders, and we’re staring at each other, eye-to-eye. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Good, baby. Now come a little closer—uck.” I groan when she settles on top of me, and growl, “And give me your mouth.”

Her mouth trembles under mine, so I go slow, I go easy.

Sera’s body shakes under my hands, trembling – because of me?

Everything’s riding on this, but fuck, we’re mouth-to-mouth and it’s exactly where I want to be.

I pull back, and make eye contact.

“Do you want me?” I ask, breath tearing out of me. I jump and fidget underneath her, ’cause I need her closer, I need us to do this longer, better, fuck, forever.

She nods, pinching her eyebrows together again, and I’m floored all over again how cute she is.

“Then show me. Kiss me like I’m the only one you’ll ever want.”

Smooth, asshole. That was smooth.

She’s nervous, completely nervous. I’m going to kill the person who did this to her. A slow, long death, with a hell of a lot of torture.

“That’s all I have to do?” she asks, her voice shaking.

I hold her hips a little tighter, and keep my movements slow. I want her to be okay with this; I need her to be okay with this.

“You promise you won’t be an asshole if I suck at this?”

Anger lights up my chest cavity, burning through me. But she needs something else, not that.

“Baby, you’re not going to suck,” I say, my fingers digging into the flesh at her hips. Shit, don’t leave bruises. Be careful!

“You better remember that after what comes next.” She closes the distance between us and makes me smile. She’s being bossy and I love it.

“You’re really cute when you’re nervous.”

“I don’t wanna be cute. I want to be sexy.” Sera practically pouts. I need to taste that bottom lip and spend some quality time with it once we’re kissing.

“Cute is sexy.” I move my hands to her back, and stroke the ends of her tied up hair, trying to calm her down. She shivers in my lap and I have to keep a tight rein on whatever self-control I have left to keep the peace.

It’s just me. It’s just me here.

“If you say so.” She looks doubtful, and taking a deep breath through her nose, says, “Okay, okay. Ready? Here goes nothin’. Three...two...-”

I don’t let her finish. I kiss her, moving slowly, slowly, slowly until the need to taste her overcomes common fucking sense.