Incipient A Dark Paranormal Romance - Bianca Scardoni Page 0,75
us. I couldn’t think straight anymore. Not when he was kissing me the way he was or touching me like I was the last living thing on earth. The only thing I knew for sure was that I didn’t want this to stop…
“Word,” I whispered, my body humming with so much energy, I thought I might burst at the seams.
He fisted his hand into my hair and tipped my head back, deepening the kiss as a cold breeze swept around us. Within seconds, the classroom melted away as the artic chill intensified, and then we were gone, whisked away through time and space before materializing back in his bedroom, my back pressed firmly against his mattress and his body covering mine like my favorite blanket.
Somewhere in the deepest trenches of my mind, a little voice was calling for me to heed the road ahead of me, to take caution against the fallout that would inevitably come. But I was sick and tired of listening to that voice, and so I pushed the whiney bitch so far into my subconscious that she’d need a rescue team just to find her way out again.
And then I let myself go.
27. THE HEART WANTS WHAT IT WANTS
A gentle rain rapped against the windows as I reached up and wrapped my arms around Trace’s neck. He was nestled between my legs, his chest perched against my own, his lips on mine with my legs still tangled around the back of his, and yet we were still so far from where I wanted to be.
No matter how many times we had made our way up this mountain, we had always stopped just before we reached the peak, but this time, come hell or high water, I was determined to fly.
Sliding my hands between us, I unbuttoned my white blouse as he continued to kiss me, each touch of his lips more tender and softer than the last. He’d slowed the pace down considerably, as though he wanted to savor every second of this moment, make it last, but it only made my heart race faster and my need for him deepen.
Without breaking off the kiss, he moved his hand from my hair to my breast, running his fingers over the satin fabric of my bra and then down the middle of my abdomen, his feather soft touch sending a wave of tantalizing goosebumps all over my body. I whimpered against his mouth as he gingerly continued further down, stopping only when he reached the hem of my pleaded skirt. With the least amount of effort, he pulled the button loose causing my wraparound skirt to slide off my hips and fall to the bed on either side of me.
A deep, feral need gathered in the pit of my belly as he teasingly brushed his fingertips against my underwear like a promise of what was to come, and then pulled away from me.
Biting down the urge to cry out in protest, I watched as he sat back on his legs and looked down at me. His eyes ravishing my body like it was the road to his salvation. Wetting his lips, he loosened his tie and then slowly unbuttoned his own shirt before tossing both garments to the floor beside us. Swells of heat coasted over my skin as I took in the towering Adonis before me. Every muscle had been worked tediously and carved to absolute perfection. Every flawless edge more defined and sharper than the last.
Pushing up on my elbows, I clumsily shucked off my blouse and blazer and then whipped them somewhere across the room. He smiled, his pristine blue eyes almost glowing against his black slicked back hair and olive skin.
My body felt feverish just looking at him.
With the worst case of grabby hands ever, I reached forward and clutched the top of his pants, using them to pull him back down to me. His lips found mine easily, our tongues once again entwined as he rested his weight against my body.
Seconds turned to minutes and then I wasn’t sure how much time had gone by or how long we’d been kissing. My lips felt swollen against his and my body was pulsating for more. More of him. More of this. More of everything.
“Take them off,” I hissed as I tugged at the waist band of his pants, my voice filled with so much raw need that I barely recognized it as my own.