Chapter 4

ETHAN

I don’t know why I stopped her from kissing me. But I don’t want her to go. Pulling her back so she’s close to me again, I ease a hand up her neck, until my thumb tests the softness of her face. She’s slender, but not skinny, with rounded cheeks that are warm to the touch. My thumb moves back and forth of its own volition, closer and closer to her jawline until I reach her hearted chin. The tip of my finger brushes just below her bottom lip. Wide enough that I know it’s full. But I test the waters anyway, with the pad of my thumb on the plush surface. It’s so fucking soft. Heated like my touch alone is making it that way. And I’ll have to admit. This innocent touch is moving the blood flow in my own body too.

I lean closer. It’s tempting. Her full voluptuous lip beneath my fingertip is beckoning for me to find out what it tastes like. She parts the bottom lip from the top, like she knows what I’m thinking. And right now I can’t think of anything else.

Our lips touch. And it’s fucking explosive. She’s got a soft tentative mouth that follows my lead. I press against it. She pushes back, matching the sudden need building between us. I taste the seam of her lips and she opens up, letting my tongue inside to sample her. She’s sweet, a delicacy that makes me want to keep coming back, taking more and more until there’s nothing left. She’s hesitant like she’s unsure, but passionate, fingers curling in the hair at the back of my neck. It goes straight to my head…And my dick.

My other hand lands on her flared hip. Beneath the denim fabric, I can still feel how pronounced her figure is. Slim waist, and a more than average pair of tits pressed against my chest. She’s feeding off my kiss, taking every lashing from my tongue, while I struggle to hold my composure. I want so much more. But I’m also not trying to be that dick to fuck some chick in the Gamma’s basement.

Wait. Why aren’t I trying to be that dick?

I can’t say, but I press her body against mine, enjoying the way she leans up on her toes and into me, as the kiss goes on. She lets out a little moan and something about it makes me forget the question. This is good. More than good. Shit, I forget everything except right this moment. Her soft lips. The way she feels in my arms. Against me. I’m loving it all.

That’s when she pulls back leaving me panting like a man in the desert deprived of water.

“Oh my God,” she mumbles. “What am I doing?”

“I kind of thought you were onto something,” I say, letting her know I heard her.

She clears her throat. “You don’t know what’s going on.”

“I don’t?”

Her arms are thrown over my shoulders, fingers at the sides of my neck. The scent of lavender and vanilla floods my nostrils. Affecting me, making me want her even more.

“No you don’t,” she says. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough.”

“No,” she replies, her clouded voice laced with the same desire burning through me. “You don’t want me.”

My hand at her back, she’s pulled tightly into me. There’s no way for her to miss my very hard cock at her stomach. She sucks in a breath of shock that ends with a little moan. My dick twitches. She knows what she’s doing to me.

“I think we both know that’s not true,” I tell her.

“I don’t know what’s real anymore,” she says.

I have no clue what the hell she means by that. She feels very real in my arms.

I lean forward again, nipping at her ear lobe. “This is real.”

“I want to believe you,” she whispers.

I kiss just below her ear. “Then do it.”

I can feel her shaking her head before she pulls away. “I can’t. This isn’t right. If you could see me—”

“I don’t need to see you,” I try to convince her. And I don’t want her to see me. Maybe she’s right, we’ve met before and don’t know it. But it’s nice to know she’s interested without knowing who I am first. If she did know, she wouldn’t be running away. She’d be trying to get closer. Take more from me like everyone else.

“This is bad,” she says, pulling away more. Further from me like she’s about to walk away. I don’t want her to go. Not yet. I’m not ready for things to change once she realizes who I am.

I grip her tighter.

“Wait.”