Forget me not

Ten

Chris

She kissed me. Right there in the middle of town, in the middle of an argument. Just pulled my shirt, lifted her head, and kissed me. Something sober Mia won't let me but has wanted to since she was 12.

"You're drunk." I tried to speak but really didn't want to take my mouth of hers. She tastes like almonds and tequila and salt and I want nothing more than that taste to cover my skin right now. She just pulled me closer, wrapping her arms around my neck and pushing one hand against the back of my head. "Emilia. Listen to me." She pulled back, staring up into my eyes with heavy breathes.

"You didn't want me to do that." Red burned across her face. "For god's sa- I'm sorry Chris. I need to-" I didn't give her a second to finish her sentence before I kissed her again. It took a second to respond, opening her mouth and almost whimpering into me as I pushed my fingers between hers and held on tight. She wasn't slipping away from me now. Not now I know how it feels to hold her and have her air on my skin and her chest against mine.

18 years I've waited for this. For one kiss and once chance to show her I can be exactly what she needs and it happened tonight when she's wasted and I shouldn't. I shouldn't be taking her hand and pulling her back to my place not too far away. I shouldn't be doing this but I can't stop myself when the chance might never be mine again. She could wake up in the morning and sober Mia could try to kick her ass for this but I was going to make damn sure she didn't regret it for a second.

I lifted her up the second my door was closed, wrapping her legs around my waist, kissing along the neckline of the dress as I made my way across to my bedroom, kicking the door open with more power than I've done anything in my entire life. My eyes caught the LED clock on my dresser across the room. 10:04pm. It wasn't even that late really.

"You're sure about this?" I laid her down. "Because once I start Mia, I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself." I've waited too long. The instinct to completely rip this girl to shreds was too high. Being slow and gentle wasn't going to cut it.

"The girls told me I had to take a shot every time I thought about you naked." She pulled my shirt off my shoulders, forcing me to take it off along with my tee. "I should have drunk a hell of a lot more. Trust me." Her fingers slowly traced down my chest and she watched, so carefully. As if I was some kind of dream. "Tattoos look good on you." I chuckled. "I have a tattoo."

"You do?" She nodded, looking back up into my eyes and if my dick wasn't already throbbing, that did it. I was taking her for my own tonight and I didn't give a fuck. "Where?"

"Find it." Fuck.

I crashed my mouth into hers, pulling her lip between my teeth and biting down until she took in a shaky breath.

"I'm not going easy on you Mia." I pulled at the zip I'd felt along the side of her dress, pulling it off her slowly, down her crazy long legs and onto the floor, taking these stupid heels off at the same time. And then I followed through on every crazy dream and thought I'd had about this girl. Slow, hot kisses up her legs, pulling her to the edge of the bed. There was so much time to stare at her body, to take it all in and memorize every single inch of her flawless body. Every second I did it right now was making it so much harder to not just come in my pants.

I looked up at her again, my fingers wrapped in the waistband of her underwear. Mia nodded and I pulled them down, finding that cheeky little red tattoo hidden underneath. 'Lucky you'

Damn straight I was.

I ran my thumb over the letters, planting a kiss on them before burying my head between her legs. If I'd eaten a pound of sugar, straight out of the bag, it wouldn't have been as sweet as this moment. Pushing my tongue into her core as she dug her pretty fingernails into my shoulders, moaning and lifting her hips against me so I could get in deeper. She got worse, louder, and more frantic as I put a finger in. Then a second.