Never Been Loved(89)
I want you baby. Kiss me like you want me back.
Fuck, her mouth starts moving, and soon we’re kissing, the best kiss I’ve ever had. Christ, she wants me.
I feel her palm at the back of my head, moving us closer, and air doesn’t seem all important right now. She moans into my mouth and I haven’t even done anything to her yet, but she’s so sweet, and so damn perfect, and the way she presses herself against me makes me want to howl to the moon.
I swipe my tongue along the seam of her lips, and when she opens – Christ – her taste, the smell of her, the way she’s moving on top of me, the way we’re breathing together, shit, it makes me believe in -
She tangles her tongue with mine, giving what she’s getting and I’m about to explode.
She pulls away abruptly pulling in air like it’s her last. My head’s on fire, every inch of skin is burning. I can’t get a good breath.
My mouth does the talking for me.
“It was that fucker Tommy, wasn’t it?”
She shakes her head, slowly. “I’m not following.”
She’s pulled away from me, still on my legs, but there’s no way in hell I’m taking my hands off of her. Not when I’ve finally been given the chance.
“That fuckwit, Tommy. Your friend with the mouth. He said you were bad?”
Shock makes her mouth pop open. “You think...? You think...Tommy and I? No. It wasn’t him.”
“Which one of your boys did it? Who lied to you?”
Dead. They’re all dead.
“Not...not them. I swear. We’re just friends. We’ve never... that’s never happened. Ever.”
Who did it to you then, baby? Tell me who?
“So... the verdict?” She looks like she’s holding her breath.
What? Oh. Her game. Right.
I run my hands along her skin, pulling her closer to me. I watch her, the way her face is scared, her lips are white against her face and she looks like she’s swallowed some of my bad cooking.
“It’s fine. Let me get up, Hunt. Just... let me get up, would ya?”
“Sera, stop. Stop for a second.” Idiot, of course she’d jump to conclusions. The one time your mouth doesn’t get involved and now you’re in deep shit.
She looks at me, completely broken by what’s been implied.
“By the power of Grayskull, let me go! Please, just let me go. I want you to leave.”
Ah, Christ, she’s crying. She’s crying because of me.
Never again.
“And here goes thinking you were perfect.”
At least she’s stopped moving. “Are you high? What the fuck are you smoking?”
I cradle her face in my hands, like I did the other night, and her eyes are so green, her tears like drops of crystal falling to her cheeks. She’s been hurt, bad.
“I wasn’t complaining. Nor will I ever complain. You can use that mouth on me anytime you like.”
“How is that even possible?”
“That I want to kiss you again?” I grin. “I plan on doing a lot of it. For long periods of time. In different places along your body. I plan on making those sweet little noises come out of your mouth while I kiss you. I plan on touching you when I do it. Everywhere you’ll let me.”
“So I didn’t win the Guinness World Record for sucking at kissing?”
I think I love you, Sera. Really.
I laugh, shaking off my revelation. I tuck some hair behind her ear, and wipe the remaining tear tracks off her face.
“Frak no.”
Her face softens, and she gives me a sweet smile that has me smiling back.
“You said frak.”
“Matty’s started saying it, too.”
Sera’s changed a whole shit ton of things in so little time. Matty’s right – Sera’s magic, but what about us mere mortals?
“Yeah? I read it in a book once, and then I started watching the show,” she tells me.
“Yeah.” I’m smiling, and she leans in close and kisses me, too high for it to be my cheek.
“I better go. You’re going to watch another movie?” I ask, knowing that we’ve come far. I don’t want to push my self-control – especially when there’s so little left.
“I’ll probably re-read Ender’s Game, and I don’t know why ’cause I have like a million books on my TBR list.”
I don’t know what TBR means but it sounds important. I’m about to ask when she tells me to forget about it.
“I can’t believe I landed myself a nerd.” I tell her, hoping it’s not going to scare her off. “I’m liking it a lot.”
“Thank you,” she says quietly. I look at her and wonder what I’ve said that’s so important or make her palm her chest like that. She gets up and walks me to the door.