Please, take my heart

31.) Heartbeat rush

It has been exactly fifteen minutes since we both sat down after our almost make out session, trying to study but as much as I know we both are not able to.

Ivan has been sitting cross legged on his chair and I can sense his legs tossing from time to time.

I look at him just for a second and study his face, it's a work of art, he has that look of a Greek God, I wonder why he likes me in the first place. I just want to run my hands over his entire body and kiss that face again and again but I don't know why.

I try to avert my gaze from him and concentrate on my notebook instead but it's so hard, it's so fucking hard to have him at arm's length and not be able to do something about it so I look at him again, fuck fuck fuck he is starting to look back at me now so I quickly move my eyes like they were staring at the wall behind him and my heart is pounding like when you are thirteen and your crush just looked back at you. I look at him again and wait-

The audacity of this MAN.

He is smiling at me.

Smiling at my desperateness

(Wasn't I doing the same a few minutes ago?)

What is happening to me?

Okay he is getting up from his chair and coming towards me, why is my heart beating so loud? What the actual hell is happening?

"I thought I'd give you a closer look", the asshole says to me with a smirk

"Don't", my voice is practically shaking.

"Don't what baby?"

He is leaning towards me now.

His lips are touching my ear. I am breathing so heavily, I am sure he is seeing it all.

"You know what"

"No I don't know"

His hand is on my waist, tracing the entire curve.

I can feel the pulse between my centre, something just dripped to my panties.

Fuck.

He kisses my ear, keeps kissing the skin trailing till my neck.

He nips a fraction of skin of my neck.

I gasp.

His grip on my waist tightens.

His hands simmer my jaw and he makes me turn my face towards him.

My eyes are closed, I can't bring myself to open them.

I reach to hold his arm, I need something to hold on, I fucking need something to hold on.

He wraps his arms around my waist and one beneath my leg and bring me to his lap.

I bury my face in his neck because right now my face is screaming 'aroused'.

I feel him under me, equally desperate as me and his heart is beating with the same pace, I bring my hand and keep it on his chest, feeling the heartbeat and the hard muscle beneath my touch.

I bring my lips to his neck and kiss him just once, and feel him stiffen under me.

"Iris?"

"Yuh?"

"Do you feel this? Please tell me it's real"

"It's real"

The words are out before I get to overthink them, before I cover it with something appropriate, they are out raw.

I open my eyes then, his face is blank. No expression. Nothing.

His eyes are full of desire and doubt, like he doesn't believe me.