Truth, Lies, and the Space Inbetween

Chapter Seventeen

My back hits the wooden door, his hands digging into my hips, pulling me towards him. Lips locked together, my hands buried in his hair, tugging at it. His teeth catch my bottom lip and bite lightly, enticing a sound from the back of my throat. His hands travel to the hem of my dress, where his grip tightens, lifting me up slightly so I reflexively wrap my legs around his waist. He releases my lip to kiss his way down my neck, nipping occasionally, hands securely on my thighs. I lean my shoulders against the wall behind me, rocking my hips towards him. He continues kissing his way down my neck, across my collarbone, past the glittering pendant hanging from my neck. I pull his mouth back up to mine and kiss him fervently, lips moulding to each other's. One of his hands travels to my lower back to hold us together, and I take the opportunity to drop to my feet again and push us towards the bed.

He lands with a soft grunt, bouncing on the mattress and I quickly follow him, staying attached by the mouth. Taking charge, he flips us over so he's towering over me instead, hands roaming my sides, curling in my hair. My hands find their way to his jacket which he eagerly removes, quickly followed by his shirt. My hands are constantly moving – tangled in his hair, stroking the sides of his face, across his shoulders and back, feeling each muscle ripple as he moves.

I push him to the side and I'm on top again, straddling him. Our movements are becoming more frantic, like we can't get enough of each other, trying to get closer. His hands find their way to my back and start fiddling with the zip of my dress, slowly sliding it down. When it's unzipped far enough I break away momentarily to lift it over my head and discard it carelessly onto the floor before returning with renewed passion.

We roll for a bit, a tangle of limbs, until he's on top of me and my ankles are locked at his lower back. The sheer amount of skin I'm now showing – being only in my underwear – seems to have stupefied and enraptured him, as he appears to be making a valid attempt at becoming incredibly familiar with each inch of it, kissing his way down my neck, past the pendant again, across the valley of my breasts, skipping over my bra, down my stomach. His lips trail back up, his hand making its way to my bra as his lips find mine again. Just as he's reaching to unclasp it the door opens and light floods into the room.

"Peyton are you hom- OH! Gosh!" a voice exclaims from the open doorway. We spring apart like we've been burnt and scramble to cover ourselves.

"MUM! You can't just barge in like that!" I cry out, pulling a blanket over myself. My mother stands partially blocking the hall light, trying desperately not to look at the two of us in a compromising position.

"Fair, but we didn't know if you were home yet. I think your... friend should probably leave now." She's still looking at the doorframe above her, and I'm pretty sure she hasn't properly looked at him yet so won't recognise him, which I'm relieved about. This would be a pretty awful way for them to first meet.

"Yeah, okay, just close the door for a minute would you?" I ask and she more than happily complies, scurrying away from the awkward situation.

In the resulting dim lighting of my room, we exchange a look before bursting out laughing.

"That", he says, still chuckling, "Was mortifying".

"Oh totally", I cringe, "Oh well, we'll get over it. And I'm pretty sure she didn't even look at you so you should be good". He laughs, and I stand up to join him against my desk where he jumped to when the door opened. I wrap my arms around the back of his neck, bodies flush and press my lips to his. He responds immediately, but pulls away after the briefest of moments.

"I should probably go", he pouts, forehead resting on mine.

"I guess", I sigh, stepping away and dutifully passing him his shirt, watching as he pulls it on and his delectable abs disappear from view.