Ugh, I’m not even wearing underwear—I never do when I sleep. It’ll be so easy if he just slides his hand lower and touches me between the legs, where I’m beginning to ache.
“Stop,” I whisper-shout. Not sure if it’s to him or myself.
Did we lose our common sense?
“Why? You seem to be enjoying it.” He nibbles my ear.
A throaty moan escapes me. Yes, please keep going, I want to beg. Instead, I use the voice of reason. “I have a headache. Also, we have to consider what this could do to our friendship.”
His lips glide along my shoulder. “Do you want me to find something for the pain? Or I can always find other ways. Oxytocin helps with headaches.”
“Is that something that comes in ibuprofen?”
He chuckles. “No. It’s released when you’re having an orgasm.”
Yes, please. My body wants him badly, but I know this isn’t right. Something might break, and why risk one of the most important relationships in my life?
Actually, I’m curious as to why he’s behaving like this. Like he’s attracted to me, as if I’m the most important person in his world. The love of his life. “Why did you kiss me like that?”
He presses his hot mouth against my skin, searing it. I should push him away, but I can’t. I like how they make me shiver. If anything, I want him to do more with those lips—and his tongue.
“Like this?” He kisses my back one more time.
“No, the other kiss. The one at my studio.”
“It’s been more than twelve hours, and you’re bringing that up?”
“No one has ever kissed me like…” My voice trails off. I can’t find a way to describe it or the feelings he evoked.
“Did you like it?”
Like it? Loved it! But I won’t tell him that. This can’t continue, even when I’m dying for more.
“I can’t say it was bad,” I answer casually. “You’re a good kisser.”
“You’re not that bad yourself, Lavigne.”
Should I take that as a compliment? Is that what he tells the women he dates? No, it’s not, because Heath doesn’t date. Then, what are we doing? Maybe he thinks that’s how he should behave with his significant other. Although I may love the attention and enjoy his touch, we don’t have to continue behaving like two crazed teenagers in heat.
“I don’t think we’ll have to do it often. Do you?”
“You sound afraid.”
“Of course I’m scared. I don’t understand why you’re not affected. The kiss was different.”
“Different, how?”
“Scary different.”
“Maybe if we try again…”
“That sounds like an excuse,” I claim, trying to fight him and fight the urge.
“You sound like a scaredy-cat.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Heath
I blame all the alcohol I ingested. Normally, I wouldn’t challenge Atzi to do anything, knowing she’ll make it happen just to prove me wrong. She rolls to the side. Her face is close to mine. So close.
“Heath,” she says in a way like she’s praying, like she’s telling me a secret.
A secret I want to know. I’m fighting the need, but she moves farther, and her lips touch mine. They burn my mouth and I lose it.
I lose all control and kiss her, pushing my tongue inside, capturing her lips, and hoping I can devour her with this kiss.
A searing kiss.
A burning-your-soul, stealing-your-heart kind of kiss.
The sound she makes when I deepen it sends a colossal amount of endorphins to my brain. I want her. It might be impossible to stop the urge to have her. I press my cock between her legs. Her sweet gasps make me harder.
“Atzi,” I whisper before taking her lip between my teeth.
She’s right. This is too fucking scary. I’m afraid of what can happen afterward. There’s an expiration date between us. This is why I never crossed the lines, but they became blurry the first time I kissed her. I can’t see them anymore. The need to possess her obliterated them.
The voice of reason screams to stop, to move away, and take a plane to New York. But my body doesn’t agree, and my heart is saying, “Shut the fuck up.”
I slide my fingers under the elastic of her tiny silky shorts. Atzi surprises me by copying my movements and taking my girth.
“Love,” I whisper with a trembling voice. “Do you want this?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then we stop,” I say before finding her clit.
“You’re still leaving, aren’t you?”
This is the worst time to ask me for anything. If she does, I might just stay and fuck up her future. That’s not me. I don’t plan on ruining her life.
“Please don’t ask me to stay,” I mumble against her lips, recognizing I’m not planning to give her much in return.
She lets out a shaky breath before saying, “I wouldn’t. I want you to be happy. Also, I want this for as long as you’re here. When you leave, we’ll go back to just being friends.”
I like her plan, friends with some benefits. The pleasure and honor to be inside her. To possess the most precious creature in this world.
“Okay.” My voice is so ragged, anyone would think someone is hurting me.
On the contrary, this, touching her and kissing her, is bliss. Ecstasy. Paradise.
Heaven.
Atzi is everything I want and can’t have. If I can do it just for one day, that’s all I need to die a happy man.
I bury my face in her neck. “Thank you,” I say before I sprinkle kisses on every inch of her exposed skin.
My hands push her shorts down while I continue worshiping her with my mouth. Just the thought of what I’m about to do to her, with her, makes my cock swollen and it leaks. Atzi is a vision. The most beautiful woman in the world.
In my eyes, she’s the only woman, and she’s about to be mine.
She’s probably the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and now, she’s here in my bed allowing me to love her.
I finish undressing her. If I only have her once, I want to taste all of her.
“What are you doing?” she asks with a trembling voice.
“Worshiping you.”
“You don’t need to use foreplay to convince me.”
“No, I need it to enjoy you, taste you”—I lower myself—“devour you.”
“Like the big bad wolf?”
“No, like a starving man who’s been waiting his entire life for this.” I lower myself, kissing her.
My hands touch her hardening nipples. She whimpers as I interrupt our kiss and moans when my mouth trails down her jaw and her neck, and eventually, I bite on her hardened nipples.
Fuck, her tits are perfect. Full. Round. Mine. They taste like chocolate and Atzi. Her back arches and I move her hands away from her pussy as she tries to touch herself.
“This is mine to touch, to lick, to enjoy, my love. Tonight, I’m the one who makes you come.”
Slowly, I go down on her, kissing every inch of her body until I arrive at her core. The scent of her arousal hits my nostrils, making every cell of my body vibrate with need.