eyes.”
Slowly, I force my eyes open, meeting his.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” he asks, brushing his bottom lip right next to my mouth again.
Once again, I whimper, nodding my head in response, struggling to find my voice.
“I need you to say it.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to kiss me,” I admit, my voice barely audible as I force my voice to speak.
“Want or need?” he whispers, bri nging his mouth to mine, gently grazing my bottom lip.
“Need,” I breathe, my body pressed firmly up against the wall, frozen and unable to move with him so close to me. It’s true, I do feel a need for him. I don’t think I can even move without his assistance right now.
Sliding his arm around my waist, he pulls my body against his, kissing my mouth with a controlled passion that makes my head swim, and my senses scream. I want more.
His tongue snakes out, teasing my mouth, getting me to part my lips to let him in. Tiny whimpers escape my throat as his tongue slides over mine, smooth and minty from his mouthwash.
One of his hands cups the side of my head, holding me steady as he explores my mouth and I, in turn, explore his.
Our breathing grows heavier and somehow I manage to gain control of my body and find a way to move my limbs. My arms slide around his body, pulling him closer to me, gripping at his black shirt as my want – my need for him, increases.
Breaking the kiss, he pulls his head away from me, smoothing the skin on my cheek as he gazes upon my face. His eyes study me, as his thumb smooths, moving from my cheek, to my brow bone, down my nose and over my lips.
“I’ll take you home now,” he says finally.
“What?” I ask, confused – this is ending now?
“Come on,” he says, moving to collect his wallet and car keys, pocketing them in his black jeans and holding his hand out to me.
I move toward him, as if in a dream, still feeling heady after our kissing, and collect my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.
Smiling approvingly at me, he takes my hand and gently kisses the side of my forehead, before leading me back downstairs and out of the building.
“Oh, you don’t need to drive me. I borrowed my mum’s car,” I tell him, suddenly remembering how I got here. “It’s just this one here.”
He nods once, walking me toward the silver hatchback and takes the keys from my hand as I fumble with them, my mind a complete mess right now.
“Here,” he says, pressing the button to unlock the car, opening the door for me. As I climb in, he reaches for the seatbelt, and I don’t stop or argue with him. I want his arm around me, I want to inhale the scent of his skin as he leans in to click the buckle in place.
“Thank you,” I whisper, meeting his eyes.
I’m rewarded with a smile, a beautiful heart stopping smile. “Drive safely and text me when you get home.” He kisses me, just next to my mouth and my lips burn, wishing his mouth was there instead. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Nodding, I can’t keep the smile off my face as he shuts me in the car and steps back as I start the engine.
Forcing my mind to concentrate on driving, I turn around to reverse out of the car space, glancing again at the man standing on the footpath, watching as I leave.
He nods his head at me instead of waving, his mouth curled up on one side in an amused smile.
As I drive away, the fog that occurs when I’m near him lifts from my mind like a veil. Of course he was smiling, he just managed to make me completely forget what I was doing there. I didn’t even get the chance to ask him why he lied about my father telling him to protect me. Moreover, why does he feel the need to protect me? It’s not like I’m prone to getting attacked.
“Oh! That man!” I yell, slapping my hand on the steering wheel, feeling like I’ve just been made the fool and what the hell did he mean by ‘I’ll see you in the morning’ ?
My annoyance returns tenfold by the time
Slowly, I force my eyes open, meeting his.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” he asks, brushing his bottom lip right next to my mouth again.
Once again, I whimper, nodding my head in response, struggling to find my voice.
“I need you to say it.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to kiss me,” I admit, my voice barely audible as I force my voice to speak.
“Want or need?” he whispers, bri nging his mouth to mine, gently grazing my bottom lip.
“Need,” I breathe, my body pressed firmly up against the wall, frozen and unable to move with him so close to me. It’s true, I do feel a need for him. I don’t think I can even move without his assistance right now.
Sliding his arm around my waist, he pulls my body against his, kissing my mouth with a controlled passion that makes my head swim, and my senses scream. I want more.
His tongue snakes out, teasing my mouth, getting me to part my lips to let him in. Tiny whimpers escape my throat as his tongue slides over mine, smooth and minty from his mouthwash.
One of his hands cups the side of my head, holding me steady as he explores my mouth and I, in turn, explore his.
Our breathing grows heavier and somehow I manage to gain control of my body and find a way to move my limbs. My arms slide around his body, pulling him closer to me, gripping at his black shirt as my want – my need for him, increases.
Breaking the kiss, he pulls his head away from me, smoothing the skin on my cheek as he gazes upon my face. His eyes study me, as his thumb smooths, moving from my cheek, to my brow bone, down my nose and over my lips.
“I’ll take you home now,” he says finally.
“What?” I ask, confused – this is ending now?
“Come on,” he says, moving to collect his wallet and car keys, pocketing them in his black jeans and holding his hand out to me.
I move toward him, as if in a dream, still feeling heady after our kissing, and collect my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.
Smiling approvingly at me, he takes my hand and gently kisses the side of my forehead, before leading me back downstairs and out of the building.
“Oh, you don’t need to drive me. I borrowed my mum’s car,” I tell him, suddenly remembering how I got here. “It’s just this one here.”
He nods once, walking me toward the silver hatchback and takes the keys from my hand as I fumble with them, my mind a complete mess right now.
“Here,” he says, pressing the button to unlock the car, opening the door for me. As I climb in, he reaches for the seatbelt, and I don’t stop or argue with him. I want his arm around me, I want to inhale the scent of his skin as he leans in to click the buckle in place.
“Thank you,” I whisper, meeting his eyes.
I’m rewarded with a smile, a beautiful heart stopping smile. “Drive safely and text me when you get home.” He kisses me, just next to my mouth and my lips burn, wishing his mouth was there instead. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Nodding, I can’t keep the smile off my face as he shuts me in the car and steps back as I start the engine.
Forcing my mind to concentrate on driving, I turn around to reverse out of the car space, glancing again at the man standing on the footpath, watching as I leave.
He nods his head at me instead of waving, his mouth curled up on one side in an amused smile.
As I drive away, the fog that occurs when I’m near him lifts from my mind like a veil. Of course he was smiling, he just managed to make me completely forget what I was doing there. I didn’t even get the chance to ask him why he lied about my father telling him to protect me. Moreover, why does he feel the need to protect me? It’s not like I’m prone to getting attacked.
“Oh! That man!” I yell, slapping my hand on the steering wheel, feeling like I’ve just been made the fool and what the hell did he mean by ‘I’ll see you in the morning’ ?
My annoyance returns tenfold by the time
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