Burning Love ~ Billy Hargrove ( +18)

Chapter 6

Standing in the shower, I tried to stop overthinking the situation. Surely, we both let ourselves go because of the alcohol. The tension from the hatred we feel for each other, the punch, and the beers made us confuse it for something else. I would have regretted letting him kiss me immediately. I'm convinced of that. Just thinking about it sent a chill down my spine, in the worst way.

You hate him, and he hates you. Not even all the alcohol in the world is going to change that. Still, you can't get out of your head how his lips might have felt claiming yours.

I finished showering, dried my hair a bit, and wrapped myself in a towel to head to my room. Once there, I put on some underwear and a loose short-sleeved shirt to sleep comfortably. After that night, I needed to sleep as long as possible. Just as I was about to get into bed, I heard a noise. I turned around and found Billy standing in the doorway, his jaw clenched.

Without a second thought, he walked into the room, closing the door behind him, looking at me with eyes that I would say were filled with lust. He had never looked at me like that before. I was about to reprimand him for entering my room without knocking again, but I didn't have time to react. Before I knew it, Billy was standing in front of me, his dark gaze locked onto mine, his hands pressing against the sides of my face as he took a deep breath.

"What the...?" My eyes widened in astonishment, and for the first time, I didn't know how to react to him. My body was completely paralyzed.

"Shut up." he said sharply, squeezing my cheeks harder.

He pressed his lips against mine in a nearly violent kiss, causing a deep moan to escape into his mouth from the unexpected and thrilling nature of the situation. His hands slid down to my waist, pulling me forcefully against him, making the kiss more intense, more passionate, and wild. We were left breathless as our saliva began to mix.

Without breaking the kiss, his hands traveled down to my thighs. He gripped them tightly to lift me and moved back to sit me on my dresser, knocking a few items to the floor in the process, but they were more of an inconvenience than anything else at that moment. He pulled his lips away from mine for a moment and, without hesitation, quickly got rid of my shirt, exposing my breasts. His darkened gaze locked onto mine, and I could almost see him cursing under his breath. His look was so intense it felt like it could pierce through my soul.

He let out a growl, a mix of anger, frustration, and arousal, and then began devouring my lips again as if his life depended on it. I wrapped my legs around his pelvis and my fingers tangled in his hair, getting lost in his curls. Our kisses grew wetter and deeper, our breaths more ragged, and our skin began to burn with desire. Every part of my being needed more of him. I parted my lips, pushing his teeth with my tongue to enter his mouth. Our tongues met in a sensual dance, tasting a flavor that was unexpectedly addictive. I couldn't tell where my breath ended and his began, our tongues fighting passionately as we continued to devour each other, moaning more frequently into each other's mouths.

My fingers left his hair and slid under his shirt, feeling every pore of his back until I finally managed to remove his shirt, delighting in the sight of his sculpted torso. He kissed me again, and my stomach tightened from the strange sensation of his lips on mine. Our kisses were desperate, wet, and burning.

He stepped back a few paces, making me open my eyes, longing for his mouth, my breathing heavy and erratic. When I realized it, the only thing separating us was a bit of lingerie: he was in his black boxers, displaying a firm and impressive erection, and I was in a small pair of black lace panties. With my breasts exposed, the firmness of my nipples was evident.

I felt almost like a goddess at that moment, seeing how he devoured me with his eyes. He approached me with determination, kissing my neck, leaving a wet trail with his tongue and a path of bites, making more and more desperate moans escape my lips. His kisses traveled across my collarbones as his hands slipped into the waistband of my panties, removing them and letting them fall somewhere in the room.