over onto his back.
“You make me really sore all the time, Mari. Is that gross to you?”
She glanced down at his legs on her lap. She stroked and massaged them now as she stared at them.
“ Gross ? Why would it be gross?” She chuckled, then let her head dangle. “I’m seriously in need of some intense therapy.” Her hands stopped and stayed still where they were—right by his ankles. He wanted them higher.
She took a deep breath and turned to him with a look of fire in her eyes.
“Why? You’re normal, not like me.” His brow furrowed.
“Normal isn’t my problem. Being screwed up is, and I want things I shouldn’t.” She moved his legs to spread out on each side of her so she was sandwiched between them. Her next move was to get up on her knees.
A look of apology swept over her face.
“If you kiss me again, it might make you feel better like before,” he lied again. He couldn’t help it. Nothing could be better than kissing her. She probably didn’t need it—but he did! And since she was fine with his state, he refused to feel guilty.
“It might. But what will that say to you? I know you’re a guy, and you seem to be hard a lot around me. I don’t mind, because well . . . God!” She groaned like she was sore too.
“If it hurts, I can maybe help you.” His eyes grew big, pleading. “I want to help. Please. We can need each other to feel better. It’s okay to do that. We don’t have to suffer alone.”
“Forgive me,” she said as if talking to someone else, crawled over and laid right on top of him.
His head flung back as his lower back arched. He wasn’t sure why his body did that, but it was enticing the way it smashed up into hers. The best part? She was on top, so he couldn’t hurt her with his body weight.
Her fingertips grazed up his neck. “Such a beautiful, pure soul. You should run from me while you can,” she whispered.
He tipped his head back down. This was scary-sounding talk. “I will never run from you—never!”
“Then you’ll be damned, just like me.” A breath pounded into his neck and was followed by her lips.
“Ohhhhhh God!” he murmured.
His entire body was shaking like the numbers she controlled were trying to break free. He tried to breathe them out, but it failed.
“I have to grab you—keep me safe,” he warned and wrapped his arms around her so tight his chest could barely move with his next inhale. It was scattered anyway—his breathing. So were his thoughts. Lost in the sensations from her mouth and fingertips. He’d never felt anything like this ever before.
She kissed his neck, licked under his jaw and blew on it.
Tongue? Zach mentioned it with a kiss.
And when Tara’s tongue touched, he wanted to disappear, turn to dust so he could get rid of the foul feelings it created.
But this—Mari’s tongue—he wanted to keep it on him.
With a growl, he managed to roll them over. Without thinking about what this could mean in terms of damage to her health, he lowered his full weight on top of her. He cupped her jaw, controlled her mouth by making it open and he placed his tongue gently inside the second their lips touched.
What was he supposed to do now?
“Mmmhhhhngh,” she moaned as her tongue wetted his lips, stroked his tongue and her hands dug into his shoulders. Her body moved with urgency.
It sounded like him when he chugged a soda and couldn’t get it down fast enough or ever have his fill.
“Oh God, oh Gawwwwwwd . It’s sore, Mari, too sore,” he chanted a few times. “I like it though—it’s sore for you.” He started to roll his hips into her, and she sucked in some air.
“This is so wrong,” she said under her breath and shook her head slowly from side to side.
“Not wrong. That man was naked with that woman on that show, and it was okay.” He moved to pull off his shirt, but at the last minute before he had it over his head, her hands landed on the hem, stopping him.
“We can’t do this,” she
“You make me really sore all the time, Mari. Is that gross to you?”
She glanced down at his legs on her lap. She stroked and massaged them now as she stared at them.
“ Gross ? Why would it be gross?” She chuckled, then let her head dangle. “I’m seriously in need of some intense therapy.” Her hands stopped and stayed still where they were—right by his ankles. He wanted them higher.
She took a deep breath and turned to him with a look of fire in her eyes.
“Why? You’re normal, not like me.” His brow furrowed.
“Normal isn’t my problem. Being screwed up is, and I want things I shouldn’t.” She moved his legs to spread out on each side of her so she was sandwiched between them. Her next move was to get up on her knees.
A look of apology swept over her face.
“If you kiss me again, it might make you feel better like before,” he lied again. He couldn’t help it. Nothing could be better than kissing her. She probably didn’t need it—but he did! And since she was fine with his state, he refused to feel guilty.
“It might. But what will that say to you? I know you’re a guy, and you seem to be hard a lot around me. I don’t mind, because well . . . God!” She groaned like she was sore too.
“If it hurts, I can maybe help you.” His eyes grew big, pleading. “I want to help. Please. We can need each other to feel better. It’s okay to do that. We don’t have to suffer alone.”
“Forgive me,” she said as if talking to someone else, crawled over and laid right on top of him.
His head flung back as his lower back arched. He wasn’t sure why his body did that, but it was enticing the way it smashed up into hers. The best part? She was on top, so he couldn’t hurt her with his body weight.
Her fingertips grazed up his neck. “Such a beautiful, pure soul. You should run from me while you can,” she whispered.
He tipped his head back down. This was scary-sounding talk. “I will never run from you—never!”
“Then you’ll be damned, just like me.” A breath pounded into his neck and was followed by her lips.
“Ohhhhhh God!” he murmured.
His entire body was shaking like the numbers she controlled were trying to break free. He tried to breathe them out, but it failed.
“I have to grab you—keep me safe,” he warned and wrapped his arms around her so tight his chest could barely move with his next inhale. It was scattered anyway—his breathing. So were his thoughts. Lost in the sensations from her mouth and fingertips. He’d never felt anything like this ever before.
She kissed his neck, licked under his jaw and blew on it.
Tongue? Zach mentioned it with a kiss.
And when Tara’s tongue touched, he wanted to disappear, turn to dust so he could get rid of the foul feelings it created.
But this—Mari’s tongue—he wanted to keep it on him.
With a growl, he managed to roll them over. Without thinking about what this could mean in terms of damage to her health, he lowered his full weight on top of her. He cupped her jaw, controlled her mouth by making it open and he placed his tongue gently inside the second their lips touched.
What was he supposed to do now?
“Mmmhhhhngh,” she moaned as her tongue wetted his lips, stroked his tongue and her hands dug into his shoulders. Her body moved with urgency.
It sounded like him when he chugged a soda and couldn’t get it down fast enough or ever have his fill.
“Oh God, oh Gawwwwwwd . It’s sore, Mari, too sore,” he chanted a few times. “I like it though—it’s sore for you.” He started to roll his hips into her, and she sucked in some air.
“This is so wrong,” she said under her breath and shook her head slowly from side to side.
“Not wrong. That man was naked with that woman on that show, and it was okay.” He moved to pull off his shirt, but at the last minute before he had it over his head, her hands landed on the hem, stopping him.
“We can’t do this,” she
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