Incipient A Dark Paranormal Romance - Bianca Scardoni Page 0,62

Apparently, I wouldn’t be satisfied until he was completely covering my body with his.

And therein lay the problem.

Because that was precisely the opposite of what I was supposed to be doing with Trace. I was supposed to be telling him to stop; I was supposed to be keeping him at an arm’s distance. Protecting him. Looking out for him.

Not touching him…

Not loving him…

Not kissing him…

But that wasn’t what I wanted to do.

What I wanted was to forget everything around us and just kiss melt into him without fear of repercussion. To go back to the beginning and start all over again. I wanted my old life back—my best-friend, my boyfriend, the normalcy I'd taken for granted all those years ago. I wanted to sleep deeply and peacefully again. I wanted to wake up and feel happy with nowhere to go and nothing to do, and I wanted to feel safe and loved again...the way I did when I was with Trace. For it to be just me and him with no ticking clocks and nothing stalking us from the shadows.

But none of that was possible, and I knew that.

Everything was different now. Ruined and rapidly falling apart. And yet, I couldn't bring myself to say the words I knew would protect us both. Because I wanted him. So. Fucking. Much.

He flattened his palms on the counter, caging me in as he slowly canted his head.

It was the perfect opportunity to tell him to stop. That this was a bad idea. That we needed to stay as far away from each other as humanely possible. But all I could do was stare at those bow-shaped lips that begged for my attention and then sigh as he wet his lips and stopped just a fraction of an inch away from my mouth.

His minty breath mixed with my own, filling my head with bad thoughts and pheromones.

The ball was in my court. He was making it clear that I held all the cards now. Finish it or stop it. Make a move or end this. I had all the power, and what did I do with it?

I did the unthinkable, that’s what. I did the absolute worst thing I could have ever done. I didn't tell him to back off, or fuck off, or even to take a cold shower. I didn't put space between us and explain that this was a bad time and a bad idea all together. Nope. I didn't do any of those things.

Instead, I buried my hands into his hair and pulled his mouth to mine so quickly and fiercely that one could only conclude that I was absolutely and utterly starving…

For his mouth.

23. KISS ME WHEN I BLEED

A fiery storm of butterflies exploded in my belly as my mouth connected with Trace’s pillow soft lips, and just like magic, everything else in the world flitted away into the void. All the horrors, the looming apocalypses, and ticking time-bombs ceased to exist altogether. My body molded itself to his without forethought or hesitation, without doubt or restraint, pushing myself closer to him as I combusted with heat from the inside out.

Kissing him was just the way I remembered it being, yet somehow better.

Hotter. More frenzied. Vaporizing…

His hands came down under my legs, yanking me up into his arms and then dropping me onto the bathroom counter, his hips driving forward for space between my thighs. I moaned against his lips, against the softness of them, against the wetness of his tongue as he slipped it inside my mouth and caressed my own tongue with it. Electricity crackled against my skin as he closed his hands around my waist, my body trembling against his touch as it begged me to finally let him finish what we’d started all those months ago.

Before everything took a nosedive and went to hell.

And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t give a single crap about any of that. Every ounce of composure and restraint I had had already flung itself out the window, leaving only his mouth against mine and the heat between our bodies.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he crooned, his voice rasping against my nerve endings and making my stomach tighten.

The bathroom lights flickered as though feeding off the charge between us. Needing more, my hands moved to the hem of my camisole and dragged it up over my head and onto the floor, his mouth only leaving mine for the second it took to pull the fabric