Kiss Me Page 8
The last time we were wrapped in each other’s arms, we were making out like teenagers, which was pretty fitting because we were teenagers at the time—but this? It’s different and so much more. When we were kids, there was hesitation on both of our parts, but right now his lips are right up against mine, almost painful, almost like if we stop, we’ll ruin the magic between us. My heart is pounding hard in my chest and I can’t help the whimper that slips from my lips as he pushes his body against mine, his arousal evident against my belly.
I end all thoughts in my brain and savor every minute of this. It might kill me and take me a while to get over it, but if a goodbye kiss is how he wants to let me go, then I’m going to take everything he can give me before we go our separate ways.
With a pop, he releases my mouth, and Anders growls at me in such an intense way that I don’t respond when he says, “You’re coming home with me, and I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Fuck that was hot. I simply nod my head and let him lead me outside. I don’t know what’s waiting for me back at his house, but I’m not about to ask him.
We’ve both been silent since we arrived at Anders’ place. My lone suitcase sits by the front door and the sexual tension in the room is palpable. We stand with five feet between us, and I’m drawn to him. I want this. I’ve always wanted this, but I give him an out anyway. “Are you sure this is a good idea? This isn’t something you’ve ever wanted. I don’t want you making a mistake you’ll regret in the morning.”
“I’ve been an idiot all these years—don’t remind me of that now.”
“What’s changed? Suddenly you care? Why now?”
Anders covers the distance between us until he’s standing before me. There’s a hunger in his eyes I’ve never seen before and I kind of like it. His intensity burns, and I know that look will be one I’ll always crave.
He brings his hand up, cupping the side of my face, and forces me to look into his eyes when he says, “Don’t act that way, Giselle. You know I’ve always cared for you.”
Cared.
That’s the keyword there—not love, just care, and it’s not enough. It doesn’t fill the void I know only he can. Which is why I’m leaving in the first place.
“I know you care for me. I know you love me like a brother would, but you need to let me go. I need to thrive and find myself.”
He takes a step back and drops his hand away from my face in the process. It was barely there, but already I’m missing it. “A brother? Is that really how you think I feel about you?”
“What else am I supposed to think? You’ve never given me reason to believe otherwise.”
Any train of thought I had before is stopped as he moves back into my space. The heat in his eyes is unmistakable as his tongue dips out and runs along his bottom lip. I never thought I would see the look of desire that’s currently on Anders’ face aimed toward me, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.
A chill travels down my spine, spreading goose bumps across my skin as he blows against my ear. “Once I start, I don’t think I can stop. I’m only going to ask you this one time: do you want to cross that line with me?”
If I only get one night from him, I’m taking it. I nod my head, but I wait for him to take the lead on this. There’s no reason for us to rush, and I can tell he’s thinking the same way. He places a small kiss right below my ear and travels downward, leaving featherlight touches in his wake. His lips caress my jaw and butterflies build in my stomach with anticipation.
Before he gets to my lips, he pulls back and says, “For tonight, this is about us. Nothing else matters. We’ll worry about everything else tomorrow. Right now, we’re finally going to give in to what we’ve been fighting for nearly two decades. You got that?”
The words aren’t there for me to respond with, and for the first time in my life, I don’t say anything. I nod my head as Anders makes the slow descent toward my lips with his own.
This is actually happening.
Right here, right now.
I’ve always made fun of girls who talked about kisses making them feel like fireworks were going off or like electric currents were traveling through their body. It’s just a kiss; there is no power behind that—but now I get it. I really get it. The moment our lips touch, it’s not like it was in the hallway. That was frantic and frenzied. It was completely primal, and we were giving in to our urges without a thought in the world. Now, as our lips morph together, making us one, it’s like a spiritual awakening. It’s electric. It’s powerful. It’s like I found my soulmate and we’re finally becoming one.
Even thinking that thought makes me feel dumb, but I can’t describe it any other way. This feels right and I’m internally kicking myself for us not acting upon it sooner. I’ve been searching for someone my entire life, and he’s been standing in front of me all this time.
His hands run down my body and he cups my ass, pulling me flush with him. My legs wrap around his waist and I know he wants this as much as I do. A moan falls from my lips with the close contact and the vibrations of his body against mine as he walks us toward his bedroom.
This is it.
I tumble from his arms, and the reality of everything hits me as I bounce on his bed. It’s the same bed where he sleeps every night, and I’m here with him.
I don’t get another moment to process the situation before he quickly shucks every item of clothing I’m wearing below the waist, first my booties and then my leather leggings. The noise he releases is almost feral as he finds me completely bare underneath my pants.
“Just a taste,” he says as he leans forward with his tongue out, running from bottom to top and ending with a swirl over my clit.
Woah.
My eyes roll back into my head, but it’s over too soon. I guess he wasn’t lying when he said just a taste. Getting up onto my knees quickly, my fingers go to his pants.
Naked.
I need us to be skin to skin, and now.
Some of the frenzy from earlier builds back up the closer we get to joining our bodies, and the rest of our clothing quickly makes its way to the floor. Then everything slows down as he sheaths himself in the thin piece of rubber. I lie back and slide my body up the bed as he puts his knee down between my legs. He hovers over me and hesitates for a minute—another out. We’re both so afraid to cross that line, but if we don’t, we’ll always wonder What if? I look up into his eyes and slowly nod my head. I give him the okay and with one thrust, he slides in, filling me fully.
We both moan at the same time as he moves slowly.
“Faster.”
I only say the one word, and he takes my permission and runs with it.
He slides out fully then flips me over, dragging me to the edge of the bed and slamming back into me as I crawl onto all fours. We both cry out at the change of position and how fully he fills me. Anders grips me on either side as he slides out and slams back into me. With each thrust, I’m closer and closer to the edge. I bring one of my hands underneath me, finding my clit and rubbing in quick short circles.
I can feel myself tighten around him as the buildup ramps up until I reach the top. And then it happens. I yell his name over and over as I free-fall into the best orgasm of my life. Whether he is still going or having his own, I don’t even know. Everything around me fades away, and all I can feel is wave after wave hitting me, each one with more intensity than the last.
Holy shit.
How the hell can anyone ever top that?
I move quietly, slipping out from underneath his tight grip. The heaviness in my chest wants to break free, but I don’t let it. Instead I expertly move throughout the room, grabbing each item of clothing that was dropped and quickly getting dressed. With my shoes in hand, I take one last look at the gorgeous man lying fast asleep on the bed, and I say my own goodbye.
As I step down into his kitchen, I don’t think twice as I take my keys out of my purse and lay them on the counter. Pulling up the transportation app on
my phone, I see there’s a car a few miles away and put in the request to be picked up. My bag is still by the front door where we left it, and I turn to give one last glance around Anders’ house. This could have been our home together, but now I’ll never get to experience that. I say a silent goodbye with my luggage in hand, and I lock the house behind me.
As I exit, I let the tears fall from my eyes, and this time I don’t stop them. I release the love I had, the love we could have had. I release anything and everything I’ve held in and forever felt for Anders. It took more than fifteen years before he finally let himself touch me, and I’m only giving myself fifteen minutes to forget him.
When the car finally pulls up to the curb and the middle-aged man loads my bag into the trunk, I let the sobs come to a close. This is the first day of the rest of my life, and I won’t waste another minute of it pining away for a man who doesn’t love me. As the small sedan pulls away from the sidewalk, I ask the driver to take me to the airport and I refuse to look back. This chapter of my life is closed for good, and I can’t wait for the fresh start of the next one.
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Also by Alexandria Bishop
DATING SERIES
Steamy Romantic Comedy
Dating in the Dark
Sinking in the Shadows
Loving in the Light
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Kiss Me
Marry Me
Love Me (Coming Soon)
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BROOKSTONE PARTNERS SERIES
Steamy Romanic Comedy
Co-written with Megan Green
Caulk Tease
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ASHLAND SERIES
Angsty New Adult High School Romance
Finding Flynn
Falling for Hudson
Freeing Jude
Fighting for Jax
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STANDALONES
Paranormal
The Club (FREE)
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Kiss Me Sixpence None The Richer
Girls & Boys Good Charlotte
Dirrty Christina Aguilera feat. Redman
Swing, Swing The All-American Rejects
Complicated Avril Lavigne
Flavor of the Weak American Hi-Fi
Fallin’ Alicia Keys
Drops of Jupiter Train
Oops!…I Did it Again Britney Spears
Crazy for This Girl Evan And Jaron
Everywhere Michelle Branch
Kryptonite 3 Doors Down
He Loves U Not DREAM
Kiss Me New Found Glory
About the Author
Born on a small southeastern island in Alaska and raised in southern Oregon, Alexandria Bishop is a PNW girl at heart. By day, she goes to battle with a tiny dictator aka her toddler and by night, she can be found typing ALL the words of her contemporary romance novels accompanied by a glass of wine or two ;)
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