you feel the same.”
“So?”
“So...I want to kiss you. I also want to strangle you, but at the moment the need to kiss you is winning.”
“Why do you have to be such a...” I crush my lips to hers, shutting her up immediately. She doesn’t resist my kiss, even when I sink my hands into her hair. It feels just as I imagined between my fingers, practically causing me to moan out loud. Her hands grip my forearms. Instead of pushing me away, she leans into my body for support. After a few seconds reality must hit, because she begins to struggle to be released. I lower my hands to the curve of her back, firmly holding her against me. She stops fighting and leans closer, digging her fingers into my hair.
I skim every surface of her mouth with my tongue, and she allows me to. When I retreat, her tongue tentatively follows into my mouth. I suck on it, hoping she stays. My brain is completely cognizant of the fact that this kiss can go no further, yet my cock swells between us as if it doesn’t care in the least.
Lack of oxygen is what forces me to pull away from her mouth. “Jesus…Ella.” My eyes narrow on her lips, swollen from my mouth. The aftershocks from our first kiss pulse through me, ending in my crotch. It’s her eyes that convince me to kiss her again. The way she looks at me causes my brain to tell my willpower to go fuck itself. Her lingering taste on my tongue forces me to pick up where we left off because I desperately want more.
I could stand here kissing her all night. When I slip my hands beneath her T-shirt, the feel of her flesh riddled with goose bumps compels me to break the kiss. She opens her eyes, dazed from what just happened.
“You’re freezing,” I say against her lips. I tighten my grip on her, trying to warm her, trying to keep her from leaving me.
She closes her eyes and nods slowly, releasing my hair. When she meets my stare, she reveals the same internal battle that I felt just before kissing her.
I trace the scar on the side of her neck with my fingertips. She watches wide-eyed. I desperately want to ask her, but I don’t want to ruin what just occurred between us.
Just as I’m about to kiss her again, she blurts out, “We shouldn’t have done that.” Her words contradict the look in her eyes. The way they smolder, and her fingers gripping my T-shirt, further confirms her conflict.
“I’m not sorry.”
As she processes what I just admitted, I slowly bend to again gently kiss her. This kiss is softer and slower, and again she accepts it. We part breathlessly, each as equally affected by the other. “I want to kiss you for days,” I confess against her lips. Shit, what is it about her that has me spilling my guts?
Her defensive curtain immediately goes up as reality hits. “What you want is a quick lay.” She steps away and sits in one of the patio chairs. “I’m not interested in being your new arrangement .”
Anger bubbles within. Am I angry with her for refusing me or for calling me out?
Ella draws her legs up and wraps her arms around them for warmth. She watches as I walk back inside without explanation. Grabbing a blanket on the couch, I return to find her forehead pressed against her knees. Surprise registers on her features when I wordlessly wrap the blanket around her.
“You’re so confusing.”
“Why?” I ask, truly curious as to what she means. She watches as I sit beside her.
“You’re equally a prick and a nice guy.”
“What makes me a prick?” I challenge. She stares out at the ocean, dragging in deep breaths. I know I can be a prick, but why does she feel I am? She dishes out the sarcasm as much as I do. “I can argue you’re more bitch than sweetheart.”
“The fact you just said that is my point. Most guys wouldn’t tell a woman that. Most guys would turn on the charm when they want to get a woman in bed.”
“You assume I want to get you in bed from one kiss?” She raises her eyebrows and smirks. “Okay,
“So?”
“So...I want to kiss you. I also want to strangle you, but at the moment the need to kiss you is winning.”
“Why do you have to be such a...” I crush my lips to hers, shutting her up immediately. She doesn’t resist my kiss, even when I sink my hands into her hair. It feels just as I imagined between my fingers, practically causing me to moan out loud. Her hands grip my forearms. Instead of pushing me away, she leans into my body for support. After a few seconds reality must hit, because she begins to struggle to be released. I lower my hands to the curve of her back, firmly holding her against me. She stops fighting and leans closer, digging her fingers into my hair.
I skim every surface of her mouth with my tongue, and she allows me to. When I retreat, her tongue tentatively follows into my mouth. I suck on it, hoping she stays. My brain is completely cognizant of the fact that this kiss can go no further, yet my cock swells between us as if it doesn’t care in the least.
Lack of oxygen is what forces me to pull away from her mouth. “Jesus…Ella.” My eyes narrow on her lips, swollen from my mouth. The aftershocks from our first kiss pulse through me, ending in my crotch. It’s her eyes that convince me to kiss her again. The way she looks at me causes my brain to tell my willpower to go fuck itself. Her lingering taste on my tongue forces me to pick up where we left off because I desperately want more.
I could stand here kissing her all night. When I slip my hands beneath her T-shirt, the feel of her flesh riddled with goose bumps compels me to break the kiss. She opens her eyes, dazed from what just happened.
“You’re freezing,” I say against her lips. I tighten my grip on her, trying to warm her, trying to keep her from leaving me.
She closes her eyes and nods slowly, releasing my hair. When she meets my stare, she reveals the same internal battle that I felt just before kissing her.
I trace the scar on the side of her neck with my fingertips. She watches wide-eyed. I desperately want to ask her, but I don’t want to ruin what just occurred between us.
Just as I’m about to kiss her again, she blurts out, “We shouldn’t have done that.” Her words contradict the look in her eyes. The way they smolder, and her fingers gripping my T-shirt, further confirms her conflict.
“I’m not sorry.”
As she processes what I just admitted, I slowly bend to again gently kiss her. This kiss is softer and slower, and again she accepts it. We part breathlessly, each as equally affected by the other. “I want to kiss you for days,” I confess against her lips. Shit, what is it about her that has me spilling my guts?
Her defensive curtain immediately goes up as reality hits. “What you want is a quick lay.” She steps away and sits in one of the patio chairs. “I’m not interested in being your new arrangement .”
Anger bubbles within. Am I angry with her for refusing me or for calling me out?
Ella draws her legs up and wraps her arms around them for warmth. She watches as I walk back inside without explanation. Grabbing a blanket on the couch, I return to find her forehead pressed against her knees. Surprise registers on her features when I wordlessly wrap the blanket around her.
“You’re so confusing.”
“Why?” I ask, truly curious as to what she means. She watches as I sit beside her.
“You’re equally a prick and a nice guy.”
“What makes me a prick?” I challenge. She stares out at the ocean, dragging in deep breaths. I know I can be a prick, but why does she feel I am? She dishes out the sarcasm as much as I do. “I can argue you’re more bitch than sweetheart.”
“The fact you just said that is my point. Most guys wouldn’t tell a woman that. Most guys would turn on the charm when they want to get a woman in bed.”
“You assume I want to get you in bed from one kiss?” She raises her eyebrows and smirks. “Okay,
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