Bitter Kisses (It's Just High School #3) - Thandiwe Mpofu Page 0,161
the lips.
I swear on my jinxed life, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. The moment our lips meet, Julian groans low and deep in his chest, holding me closer like he wants to fuse our bodies together so we can be one.
Honestly, I wouldn’t be opposed to that. I want to climb into his soul and never leave, to brand myself in a way that we’ll never be apart.
One hand is in my hair and the other is now squeezing my ass as he kisses me passionately, deeply, with a desperate edge to it that makes me cling to him as his tongue thrusts between my lips, plunging deep and hard; mimicking no doubt, the way he intends to fuck me pretty soon, I’m sure.
I moan and grip his waist, pushing onto my tiptoes just so I can make this last and deepen the kiss.
His teeth sink into my bottom lip with enough force to make it hurt and a thrill zaps through me.
“Make love to me, Julian,” I beg. “Show me you love me. Give me that at least.”
“Fuck, I’ll give you the world, Mia.”
We’ve been through so much already and I… I think we deserve happiness now. Happiness and peace.
Is that too much to ask of the universe? I think not.
Julian kisses me like he’s never done before, making love to my mouth as our tongues clash, hold and do a sensual dance.
I’m pretty sure I’m going to start rubbing myself over his hardness like a hyena in heat.
Time seems to pass, becoming irrelevant in the best of ways. The world passes us by.
Nothing else matters and for the first time, the noises I sometimes hear in my head, the images of remembered trauma, and everything melts away as I become aware only of him.
His scent. His body. The way he holds me. Just him.
“You taste so fucking sweet,” he whispers, pulling back to rest his forehead on mine.
“I thought these were bitter,” I whisper back, my eyes still shut. “From cruel kisses to bitter kisses?”
“Yeah, I remember,” he murmurs. “And I meant each one.”
I pull back to look at him, confused. “What do you mean?”
“It means just that, Little Minx,” he says, running the calloused pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. “This mouth… I remember every word it has spoken to me. In mockery, in playfulness, in hate, in arousal… every single emotion you’ve ever felt you’ve shown me with your eyes and most times you say exactly what’s on your mind but when I kiss you, Mia, you bring everything to the forefront.”
Holy fucking shit.
How do I tell him that most times, I prided myself in being able to hide my emotions from him—from anyone really—hating the concept of being too exposed, which is why I was dubbed an Ice Queen.
“You’re such a know-it-all,” I say, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment.
“Well of course,” Julian says, a serious expression on his face. “When it comes to you, Little Minx, I’m aware of every inch of you and right now, I need to remind you that you’re mine. To remind you of the control you have of your own body.”
“Julian, I don’t think that’s—”
“Look at me,” he demands, the bite of authority in his voice too compelling for me to do anything else other than obey. I look up and into the pair of gorgeous green eyes I’ve seen so often in my dreams, I know them intimately. “Good. You once asked me to show you how you can take control of your own pleasure, the way those fingers danced when we were in Paris, baby, do you remember that?” he asks, his deft fingers unbuttoning my shirt, while holding my gaze. “Do you remember?”
Cue in flaming cheeks as a blush steals my breath away.
“Yeah, you do,” he says, and just then, he tugs and twists my hardened nipples and I gasp. “You knew I could get you there. You trusted me to show you how to love yourself.”
“Yes,” I moan.
“Even when you hated me, didn’t know what to do with me, you knew I was the only one who could tap into that devious mind and show you how to let go.”
Oh God, yes.
Julian has always had the ability to disarm me of everything just like he’s doing now as he continues to twist and tug my hardened nipples over my shirt.
He runs his calloused thumbs over my nipples while holding my gaze, daring me to look away.