Drawn To You (GirlxGirl)

Part 43

Allie's P.O.V

Tears were still falling slowly down both of our faces, but neither of us cared anymore. We were completely lost in the kiss, in the way our lips moved together with an overwhelming need.

Jessie's lips were soft, familiar, but tonight there was a desperation to them that hadn't been there before. She kissed me like she was afraid I would disappear, like if she held on tight enough, maybe none of this would have to end.

My hands gripped the fabric of her shirt as I pulled her closer, not wanting any space between us. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, could feel the heat radiating off her skin.

With every passing second, the kiss grew more intense, more urgent, as if we were both trying to memorize the way this felt. The way we felt.

Tomorrow didn't matter. Right now, we needed this.

Jessie's hands slid up to my face, cradling it gently, holding me in place like she was terrified I would slip away. Her thumbs brushed over my wet cheeks, wiping away the remnants of our tears, and I leaned into her touch, savoring the warmth of it, the softness.

Her lips pressed harder against mine, her body moving with mine as my fingers trailed to her back, pulling her closer, needing her closer.

We stumbled backward down the hall, neither of us caring where we were going or what might happen next. The only thing I could focus on was the feel of her mouth on mine, the way her body pressed against me with each step we took.

There was nothing gentle about it anymore—this was pure need, raw and urgent, the kind of need that consumed everything else.

Suddenly, Jessie's arms were under me, and in one swift motion, she lifted me off the floor. My legs instinctively wrapped around her waist, and my hands flew to her hair, gripping it tightly as the kiss deepened. I could feel her strength as she held me up, her hands sliding to my bum, securing me against her as she carried me toward the bedroom.

Her lips never left mine, not for a second, and I could barely breathe, but I didn't care. The world outside could be falling apart, and I wouldn't have noticed. All that mattered was this—her, us.

Jessie kicked the bedroom door open, and I felt her weight shift as she stepped inside, carrying me toward the bed. My heart was racing, the little voice in my head that had warned me this was a bad idea had long disappeared. Every part of me wanted this—wanted her.

We fell onto the bed, and for a moment, the kiss broke. I lay beneath her, breath coming in ragged gasps as we both shifted, finding the right angle, the right position. And then her lips were on mine again, urgent, hungry, like she couldn't stand to be apart for even a second longer.

The tears were gone now, replaced by something deeper, something hotter. There was no sadness between us anymore, no hesitation. Just desire—pure, unfiltered desire.

Jessie's hand moved to the hem of my shirt, her fingers slipping under it, brushing against my skin. The moment her hand touched my stomach, a moan escaped my lips. It was involuntary, a rush of heat and need that made my body tremble beneath her.

Her touch was everything I wanted, everything I needed in that moment. My skin burned where her fingers moved, and all I could do was hold onto her tighter, pulling her closer, feeling her body press into mine with every breath, every kiss, every touch.

Jessie straddled my waist, her hands on either side of my face as her lips left mine. I ached to have them back on my mouth again, but then I felt them on my neck and shivers spread across my body.