nevertheless~

part 44

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Tessa's POV

I am pushed to the bed as Hardin turns us over, his lips still on me and I moan as my hands go to the hem of his shirt, I would hate to have his lips, not on mine which is the only reason why I stick them back to him when I pull his shirt off his body, and the beige expanse of his sandy chest, falls on my eyes.

"Too eager?", he smirks.

"I'm not alone then, am I?", I tease him back, as my hands trace down his chest. Gosh, he's so well built.

"Ugh, huh", his hands land right on either of my sides and his lips dip down to the back of my neck.

I am too impatient with him, and it's conspicuous with how fast my hands move to touch his back, I can't seem to be able to take my hands off of him, I want to touch him everywhere, the tiny tendrils of brunette hair on the back of his neck, add such a sensation to me when I grab at him.

He is leaving small peppered kisses on the back of my throat coming forward and landing a kiss right at the curvature of my neck, where my jaw and the neck connect. His kisses feel like a small touch of a flower on the skin, I can't describe it better than that, which is why when I turn to give him the full of my neck to lay his torture upon, I let out an inaudible moan.

"Hardin", my voice is airy, so airy that I don't even recognize it partially.

"Yeah?", he asks, still kissing up my neck, I know for a fact, that if he doesn't touch me I'll be having goosebumps all day long, which is why I say.

"Why aren't you touching me?"

"I'm taking my time, love."

"What?", another one of those moans leaves my mouth because of how easily he handled to part my knees and press his body between them.

"I'm taking my time with you, I want you to remember this. I want to give it to you slow and sensual, not a quickie", he whispers right under my ear and I feel him press his bulge on me, if he is going to torture me like that I'll not be living too long.

"But I want you, now", I say, sounding all kinds of desperate.

"I know, but let me take the pace.", he kisses right under there and pulls back to look at me, his lips are swollen, a little redder than they were before I kissed him.

"Do you trust me?", he asks.

"Of course I do", I answer, bringing my hand between us, and pressing it to his cheek, trying to pull him to me to kiss me again so this can go on but he has different plans when he takes that hand and kisses my knuckles.

"Then let me do this. Let me make you lose your goddamn mind", he curses, as he kisses up my wrist, right where my watch would be. How is he kissing my wrist, such a sight to my sore eyes and I am getting hotter and hotter by the second? Something is wrong with me, but I'd be a fool to not admit that him just breathing down my neck was as hot as sit gets.

"I thought this was for you to forget about cigarettes?", I try to mock him.

"You're already far better than any cigarettes.", he says and what he does next chokes my breath in my windpipe. In the blink of an eye, he pushes my hand that he was just now kissing back into the pillows, holding them down with his own with a pressure that is not too hard, not too soft either, it's perfect to hold something down, but I know my protests would be a failure if I even tried to make one.