Part 102 (1/2)
”I know you don't really want to see me again once we leave, so what's the problem? I won't ask for more after this. You're right. Let's get this out of our system.”
She holds her face close to mine and I splay my hands across her belly, towards her small waist. ”Riley. You're being really f.u.c.king weird.”
”Why? Because this isn't what you expected? Did you think I was going to cry when I heard you speaking to Will? Tell you what a b.a.s.t.a.r.d you are? That would be easy for you, wouldn't it?” Riley presses herself against me and I grip her waist, fighting against moving my hands anywhere else. If I do, she's won.
”Can't do this because you're not the one in control?” she asks, brown eyes meeting mine, dark, challenging. ”You didn't seriously expect we'd do this without a fight, did you?”
Riley, between me and the wall, and my mind is torn between confusion and temptation. Her soft skin heats beneath my palms, and her hands slide beneath my s.h.i.+rt, as she digs her nails into my abs.
Riley's face brushes my ear. ”Do it. f.u.c.k me.”
Jesus Christ. I slam her back against the wall and her breath rushes out. ”You want this, Riley?” No reply. Pressing myself into her, I grab Riley's hands and hold them above her head. ”You'd better not be f.u.c.king teasing me again.”
”One thing though,” she says, wriggling against my hold, the movement of her naked body next to mine hardening my c.o.c.k.
I grip harder. ”What?”
”You have to kiss me.”
”No.”
”You said kissing meant more than s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g someone. I'll screw you if you kiss me.”
Too much. I drop Riley's arms and step back. ”Not gonna happen, Riley. You want me to f.u.c.k you; I'll do it but no kissing.”
”You kissed me before. Why not now?” She moistens her lips, and edges closer.
Riley's mouth, millimetres away from mine, drags me out of my comfort zone into somewhere I refuse to go. I twist my head away, my heart pounding with the need to hold her down and do what she's asking - the kissing and f.u.c.king.
”Told you, Riley, my head's f.u.c.ked. If that's what you need, I can't do this.”
”Wrong answer.” Riley's mouth touches mine and I dip my head to kiss her neck instead.
”Nate...” she warns, hot breath against my hair, and in the same breath flicks open the b.u.t.ton on my jeans.
”They're separate, Riley,” I say. ”Love and s.e.x. They don't go together.”
Riley pauses and pushes hair from her face. ”Love?”
”Not love. s.h.i.+t, you know what I mean. Intimacy. I said before, if I kiss someone it's because she means more.”
”So you either screw somebody or love them. No in between?”
”I said intimacy, not love. I haven't loved anybody for years!”
”You haven't tried!”
”Have you?” I ask.
”No.”
”So don't judge me.”
”Stop arguing and just do this! You've already b.l.o.o.d.y kissed me, what's the big deal?” Riley closes her teeth around my earlobe and blood rushes from my head downwards. Already aroused by a semi-naked girl pressing herself against me and how easy it would be to drag the rest of her clothes off, this isn't helping my control over the situation. And she f.u.c.king knows it. ”Riley.”
”Nate Campbell holding back?” she teases. ”Come on.”
”I don't hold back,” I growl.
”Really? Because it looks like you are.”
”Be careful what you ask for, Riley, because it might not be what you want,” I say in a low voice, swallowing down the reaction she really wants.
”Show me.” Riley's eyes darken and lips curl into a challenging smile.
I slide my hand between her legs and hold her challenging look. Riley closes her eyes as I touch her through her dampening panties. All my doubts disappear. This is more than a challenge, she f.u.c.king loves this.
Riley grabs my hand and squeezes my fingers so I can't explore her; and with her other hand, she tugs my head up by the front of my hair. Again, I attempt to look away but she moves to grab my face in both hands.
”You know what I think? n.o.body ever told you to, Nate. You're used to the grateful girls who'd do anything to f.u.c.k you.”
”Like you?” I stand with her pressed to the wall, heart hammering against hers, on the brink of letting go and throwing her onto the bed.
”No.” Her grip on my hair doesn't loosen. ”Kiss me.”
I look back into the eyes of my mirror girl who knows my bulls.h.i.+t and wants me. ”Still doesn't mean anything, even if I do.”
”I don't care.”
And we both know we're lying.
Hesitantly, I place my lips on Riley's. She pushes her mouth against mine and parts her lips. The taste bursts across my tongue and I'm all in. The kiss is rough, frustration exchanged in the harshness of our lips and with this comes the end of our battle. I laugh against her mouth as she nips my lip grips my shoulders, and with each of her small movements against me, I harden further.
Riley drags her head away, tipping her chin upwards as she struggles to breathe. I kiss my way to her neck and the moan vibrates in her throat as I lick and nip my way down to her collarbone. She untangles her fingers from my hair, placing one hand on the nape of my neck, tracing fingers down my spine with the other.
”Is that enough?” I murmur against her and run my tongue along the swell of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, reaching around to unclasp her bra.
”No, that'd better just be the start.”
Her eyes s.h.i.+ne, no longer hidden, no longer the Riley who tore into me before.
We sink onto the bed and we kiss again. She's delicious, intoxicating, and the mind-shattering connection from the kiss pushes away my self-control as l.u.s.t surges.
Two f.u.c.king years.
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