up and tries to run again. The rain has soaked her clothes and her hair is matted to her face. “You need to quit running away from me!”
Lynae steps up to me and starts pounding her fist against my chest. “I can’t make it stop! I can’t stop seeing you, feeling you, thinking about you!” She keeps hitting me and I let her. “Damn you, Connor! I can’t hate you because I fucking love you too much!”
I let go of her arm and take her face in my hands, tilting her face up. The rain pours down on us, mixing with the tears on her face. I can’t control myself any longer. I slam my mouth down over hers. She tries to fight against me at first, but her hands go from pulling at my wrists to tugging on my shirt. When her mouth opens, I’m not sure if it's tell me to stop or not, but I take the opportunity to thrust my tongue into her hot mouth. She tastes divine. Sweet and spicy. She tastes like home.
I pour all of my energy into trying to tell Lynae how much I love her and need her with this kiss. I lick into her mouth, and when her tongue starts to move with mine, I almost fall to my knees. It’s too much. It’s not enough. I skim my hands down her face and behind her back, pulling her as close to me as I can get her. I have her in my arms, and I don’t intend on letting her leave them. Ever.
A whimper escapes Lynae’s lips as I kiss my way from her mouth down her jaw. Lynae leans her head back, exposing her neck and I devour it like a man starved. Her hands have rubbed over my chest and are now locked tight around my neck. She’s standing on her tiptoes pushing her body into mine. I lower my hands further down to cup her perfect and firm ass. I start to pick Lynae up and she immediately wraps her long legs around my waist as our mouths fuse together again.
I open my eyes to make myself see that she's really here, not just some figment of my imagination. The rain continues falling on us, making my vision blurry. I can see her eyes are closed tightly. Without putting her down, I start walking back to the garage and up the stairs, stopping only to set Lynae down on the kitchen island. I don’t care that we are soaking wet and dripping water everywhere. I need her. More than I need air.
Chapter Ten
Lynae
What am I doing? This is wrong. But, oh God, it feels so right. Connor’s mouth on my neck is making me forget that I was just running away, again. After the extremely awkward afternoon with Seth, I had driven over to the beach and just sat on the sand looking out at the waves. My mind was going in a million different directions. Every single thing that happened at Dean’s reminded me of Connor. It made me miss him and want to run to him. Except the way Seth was acting and looking at me; it made me feel so uncomfortable, but that's all washing away with the rain and Connor.
I don’t know how I ended up at Connor’s apartment. After leaving the beach, I guess my car just made its way there. His gruff voice and angry attitude had me wanting to bolt right back out the door, but his disbelieving voice stopped me, briefly. Just standing in his kitchen was enough to make it difficult to breathe and my throat felt like it was closing up. I couldn’t take it. By the time I had made it out of the garage, it had started pouring rain. The dark clouds rolling in over the ocean matched my mood. Tumultuous and melancholy. Connor’s voice calling out to me had me tripping over a crack in the pavement and I crumbled to my knees.
All the anger and pain poured out. I couldn’t keep it in. I beat my hands against his chest and told him how much I hated that I couldn’t hate him. Connor took it all, took every bit of my pain, then his mouth crashed down on mine and I lost all sense of reason. I lost all the resolve I had tried to build up within myself.
Connor lifts me from the ground as if I weigh next to nothing, then carries me back inside; so now I’m sitting on the kitchen island and it feels like I can’t get
Lynae steps up to me and starts pounding her fist against my chest. “I can’t make it stop! I can’t stop seeing you, feeling you, thinking about you!” She keeps hitting me and I let her. “Damn you, Connor! I can’t hate you because I fucking love you too much!”
I let go of her arm and take her face in my hands, tilting her face up. The rain pours down on us, mixing with the tears on her face. I can’t control myself any longer. I slam my mouth down over hers. She tries to fight against me at first, but her hands go from pulling at my wrists to tugging on my shirt. When her mouth opens, I’m not sure if it's tell me to stop or not, but I take the opportunity to thrust my tongue into her hot mouth. She tastes divine. Sweet and spicy. She tastes like home.
I pour all of my energy into trying to tell Lynae how much I love her and need her with this kiss. I lick into her mouth, and when her tongue starts to move with mine, I almost fall to my knees. It’s too much. It’s not enough. I skim my hands down her face and behind her back, pulling her as close to me as I can get her. I have her in my arms, and I don’t intend on letting her leave them. Ever.
A whimper escapes Lynae’s lips as I kiss my way from her mouth down her jaw. Lynae leans her head back, exposing her neck and I devour it like a man starved. Her hands have rubbed over my chest and are now locked tight around my neck. She’s standing on her tiptoes pushing her body into mine. I lower my hands further down to cup her perfect and firm ass. I start to pick Lynae up and she immediately wraps her long legs around my waist as our mouths fuse together again.
I open my eyes to make myself see that she's really here, not just some figment of my imagination. The rain continues falling on us, making my vision blurry. I can see her eyes are closed tightly. Without putting her down, I start walking back to the garage and up the stairs, stopping only to set Lynae down on the kitchen island. I don’t care that we are soaking wet and dripping water everywhere. I need her. More than I need air.
Chapter Ten
Lynae
What am I doing? This is wrong. But, oh God, it feels so right. Connor’s mouth on my neck is making me forget that I was just running away, again. After the extremely awkward afternoon with Seth, I had driven over to the beach and just sat on the sand looking out at the waves. My mind was going in a million different directions. Every single thing that happened at Dean’s reminded me of Connor. It made me miss him and want to run to him. Except the way Seth was acting and looking at me; it made me feel so uncomfortable, but that's all washing away with the rain and Connor.
I don’t know how I ended up at Connor’s apartment. After leaving the beach, I guess my car just made its way there. His gruff voice and angry attitude had me wanting to bolt right back out the door, but his disbelieving voice stopped me, briefly. Just standing in his kitchen was enough to make it difficult to breathe and my throat felt like it was closing up. I couldn’t take it. By the time I had made it out of the garage, it had started pouring rain. The dark clouds rolling in over the ocean matched my mood. Tumultuous and melancholy. Connor’s voice calling out to me had me tripping over a crack in the pavement and I crumbled to my knees.
All the anger and pain poured out. I couldn’t keep it in. I beat my hands against his chest and told him how much I hated that I couldn’t hate him. Connor took it all, took every bit of my pain, then his mouth crashed down on mine and I lost all sense of reason. I lost all the resolve I had tried to build up within myself.
Connor lifts me from the ground as if I weigh next to nothing, then carries me back inside; so now I’m sitting on the kitchen island and it feels like I can’t get
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