August & Colin | WRU series | book 1
We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control.
I took a risk. I paid the price.
I made a mistake. I felt the guilt.
I lied. I lie.
I loved. I try not to.
I hurt. I still do.
...
A bomb in disguise because when she kisses me she blows up all my walls, leaving nothing behind but ashes.
One soft touch.
One loud bang around my heart and I snap. I capture her face in my hands and devour her lips, destroying the sweetness and replacing it with pure lust. Her fingers thread through my wet hair and a groan escapes my throat when she pulls on it. My hands slide around her waist to pull her body flush against mine. A soft whimper bursts my bubble and I force myself to lean away from her to think this through. I need a moment to listen to my brain without my heart interrupting.
"What?" Her hands softly move over my chest and my muscles contract under her touch. Electricity runs across my skin, spreading pulses of heat through my whole body.
I try to calm my breathing as I lean my head next to hers to give myself time to push away. To prevent her lips from touching mine even though every single one of my desires is filled with images of that. Her lips graze past my jawline and goosebumps spread across my skin. I didn't drink one sip of alcohol and yet my head is spinning as if I'm drunk. I remove my hands from her body and steady myself by gripping the fence behind her.
"You have no idea what you do to me, do you?" My voice is hoarse from our kiss. Another one I won't be able to forget when she asks me to.
"Tell me." The hot breath from her whisper tickles my ear shell. I deeply inhale and look up at the sky to breathe in something other than her distracting strawberry perfume. I can't think straight.
I can't think about anything else but how her lips feel on mine. As if she heard my thoughts, she places the softest of kisses in the crook of my neck, and my fists clench.
Fuck me and fuck her perfect addicting lips for shooting electricity down my spine and redirecting blood from my brain to below my waist.
Her lips breeze over my neckline before planting another kiss right beneath my jawline. "Tell me what I do to you."
Everything. You make me forget everything. Feel everything. Every single emotion on the chart and I have no idea what to do with it.
Instead of answering, I dip my head down. Our noses touch and when the bow of her upper lip meets mine she stops. She gives me time to pull away and put an end to this, whatever this is. But I don't move.
I can't.
I don't want to.
Slowly she erases the last barrier between her and me as she carefully places her lips on mine. It's soft and delicate, the opposite of the hungry mess we were almost a month ago, however, the fire it sparks inside my chest is at least as intense. I cup her cheek and her tongue slides past my lip to deepen our kiss and I let her. I let her take me away from reality. My thoughts. My fears. I let myself sink into her touch as she threads her fingers through my hair to pull me even closer. My heart is slow dancing to the rhythm of our kiss with its eyes closed not caring where it might step because it trusts it'll be alright for this moment. It sways with each heartbeat, swirls around with each touch of her lips, and speeds up with each soft moan between us.
