that his breath’s warmth makes my entire body shiver.
I nod lightly, hypnotized by his stare. My breathing is becoming shallow, and he hasn’t even touched me.
He nudges my chin up with his thumb, and then he runs it along my lips. Slowly, he bends closer. The feel of his mouth almost touching mine makes me gasp.
He raises an eyebrow, “You are impatient, aren’t you?” He kisses the corner of my lip, and I try to catch his mouth, but he moves away.
Laughing, he bends and kisses the other side. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.”
“We are?” I ask, reaching the back of his neck and pulling him to me. I’m not going to wait for him to toy with me.
He smiles right before our mouths meet, and sparks fire between us. The heat, his scent, and the intoxicating taste of this guy hit me like cocaine laced with meth. I’m unable to think of anything further than the feel of his hands as they slide along my body. The way he devours me has my heart drumming hard against my ribcage.
This isn’t just a friendly kiss.
It’s so much more.
It has the right balance of fire, sweetness, and lust.
This kiss combines the tenderness of a first kiss with the hunger of a long-lost lover who finally found his soulmate.
I never want it to finish, but I also want to push him away and run. I’m afraid he’ll disappear once this is over, and I’ll miss this moment for the rest of my life.
I’ll miss him.
But how can I miss someone I’ve never met?
The same way you can feel like you arrived home when you’ve never seen this guy before.
My heart stops because I don’t believe in sweet fairy tales, only the dark ones. But I want to believe in us.
This is why you should never be with a guy when you’re at your lowest. What if I fall in love? Then what are my choices? Go home and let the memories plague me, or stay and…
Chapter Three
Pierce
This is one of those moments in life where you have to say fuck the rules. I could pretend she’s just another nameless, forgettable woman.
That’s impossible.
Leyla is different from anyone I’ve ever met. Her mouth fits perfectly with mine. I kiss her hungrily because I can’t get enough of her tangy sweetness, but I’m gentle because I’m afraid to break her.
There’s ambiguity about what’s happening between us that has me shutting down my brain or else I’ll stop everything at once, and then what? I have to see where this goes. This… I’ve been fucking women since I was sixteen, but never like this. This feels different. Everything about her feels extraordinary.
I have the urge to touch her skin, explore her body. Take this to a whole different level. I slide my hands down to her hips, pull up the hem of her t-shirt, and drag her t-shirt up and over her head, breaking our kiss.
She sucks in a breath and stares at me.
I freeze because this is the moment where she might stop me and rush out of my apartment. It’d be the most logical thing to do. But if she does, I’ll wonder about her for the rest of my life. This kiss will haunt me for eternity.
Her eyes confuse me.
There’s hunger, vulnerability, pain, and hollowness.
Such a beautiful creature shouldn’t be in so much pain.
Whoever hurt her should pay. I can’t hunt ghosts of the past, but I can help her forget for tonight. She asked if I could erase everything before she met me.
I don’t know if I can, but I know that I can try my damnedest to at least give her a night that she’ll never forget.
“There’s still time to stop,” I say.
She stares at me for two long beats before she smiles.
I lean forward and kiss the corner of her mouth.
“You like to tease,” she mumbles.
“And I think it’ll be fun to tease you,” I respond as her tongue slips over my lip. “I want to see you flustered. Maybe tied up while I taunt you with my mouth and my hands.”
She grips my hair, forcing me to stay still, and her lips press against mine. Our kiss becomes desperate. Her breathing becomes shallow as she grinds her hips against my slacks. My length swells against her pelvic bone. She’s perfect in a way that I can’t pass up, and I’m fucking thankful that she didn’t stop me.
One night.
This is all I get with