“Yes,” she whispered.
“We
make our own rules. Me and you.”
He stepped closer and looked down at her.
“Think about what it could be like,” he said,
tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “What we could be like. No fear, just… us.”
“Okay,” she said, because he was looking at her
so intently she couldn’t say anything else even if she’d wanted to.
They looked at each other, absorbing the new
shift in their relationship. He
brushed his finger against the tip of her nose. Her entire body heated and
chills bumps broke out on her arms. The gesture had officially gone from making
her feel like a puppy to making her feel aroused. She didn’t even know herself
anymore. She stared up at him and bit her lip.
“Do you know how hard you make it not to kiss
you when you do that?” he asked, his voice low.
He stroked his thumb across her bottom lip as
if he was wiping away the bite marks that lingered there. She inhaled sharply
at his touch, her breath coming quicker. He leaned down and pecked the tip of
her nose, then the corners of her mouth and her chin, heating every spot he
touched with his lips, melting her insides.
“I’m gonna go,” he said, reluctantly pulling
away.
His eyes were as dark as she’d ever seen
them. She managed to nod. She bit
her lip again then realized what she was doing and quickly released it.
“Destiny,” he said, his voice gravelly and low.
“You are such a cutie pie .”
She
laughed, surprised and tilted her head up. “Still corny,” she confirmed.
“Nope,” he declared, shaking his head, pulling
her toward him again. “You’re sweet…” he corrected, his bass voice low in her
ear, “…and edible. Cutie. Pie. Get it?”
“Corny,” she repeated laughing softly.
He nipped the side of her neck, then pressed
his lips there. She sucked in a surprised breath, and tried not to melt into
him. “Nope. It’d be corny if I told you that you taste like caramel,” he
murmured playfully.
His voice was dark and low, his breath warm
against her skin. He kissed her again, this time on the side of her jaw. “Or
like chocolate…”
His pressed his mouth to the spot just below
her earlobe. “Or a bag of Tropical Skittles…”
She burst into giggles, but her laugh faded
into a soft moan when he nipped the spot before dropping hot kisses on his way
back to her mouth. He kissed her top lip first, then her bottom. Her body was
pulsing with heat, her breathing choppy.
She was breathless by the time he pressed his
mouth fully to hers. She responded immediately, pressing up on her toes to meet
him, molding her lips against his. He backed her against the door as he
intensified the kiss. She pulled at his t-shirt, eagerly urging him closer. He
ran his hand under her tank top to her navel, then back down to the waistband
of her shorts, pulling at it lightly.
“Destiny,” he murmured again, forcefully.
He pulled away and released her, shaking his
head. Her body was on fire and she mourned the loss of contact. “You are so…”
“Tropical Skittle-like?” she teased breathily.
This time she deliberately bit her lip.
He grinned crookedly and her stomach tightened.
“You,” he said, simply.
He kissed her again and she knew he meant it to
be a peck but she couldn’t help pulling him even closer and deepening the kiss.
He groaned deep in his throat and pushed her back against the door again. The
kiss was eager at first, but slowed after a few long seconds, like they were
taking the time to learn each other, gauging one another’s responses. The way
her body responded to him was unlike anything she’d ever experienced and it was
exciting and scary.
“Okay,” he breathed, tearing his mouth
from hers, pressing his face into her neck as he attempted to control his
breathing. “You’re making it really hard for me to leave,” he murmured. “And I
need to go...”
He
pulled back and looked at her. The desire she saw there almost
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