Enemies With Benefits

(7) Tingles? No Way

Tingles? No Way . . .

One of his hands went behind my head and began tugging on my hair tie. My hair fell and he tangled his hand in the brown waves.

Gabe hungrily licked at my bottom lip, asking for entrance and I eagerly opened for him. He let out a moan as his tongue explored my mouth. He suddenly pulled away and rested his forehead against mine.

I stared at with him uncertain eyes. What the hell am I doing? I think I'm dreaming or something.

No, I can't be. Why the heck would I be dreaming about this guy?!

"You are so beautiful," he mumbled and pressed his lips to mine again. This time it wasn't so rushed but just as passionate.

Yeah, definitely dreaming.

His taste exploded in my mouth for a second time and I think it was me who let out a moan. He walked backwards, pulling me by my pants, his lips still pressed to mine. His knees hit the edge of my bed and he fell back, still pulling me with him. I landed on top of him, receiving a grunt and then as quickly as it came he dismissed it and continued to kiss me.

I brought my legs up, straddling him at the waist. I shifted my weight, loving the way he moaned and tried to get even closer to me.

He rotated to where I was pinned beneath him. He grabbed my leg, hooking it around his waist, all the while not breaking the kiss. He pressed himself against me and I let out a muffled whimper at the fact that he was teasing me.

I wrapped my other leg around him, locking my ankles and hanging onto him for dear life.

His hand slowly trailed down my body to my waist. Our heavy breathing was the only sound I heard in the room.

Gabe finally broke the kiss and began trailing kisses down to my neck.

I tilted my head back as he stopped in one place, closing my eyes and allowing him as much access as he wanted. "Mmmm," I moaned when he began sucking on the tender skin there. I closed my eyes and placed my hand in his hair.

Pure frickin' bliss.

I was definitely lost for a few moments, taking this all in but not over-thinking it. Then I heard the front door close from downstairs.

I shot my eyes open and froze, my grip tightening slightly in his dirty blonde hair. Gabe didn't stop though. I strained to listen, trying to hear the sound of my doom, which I knew in the back of my mind was bound to happen.

There was nothing.

Just thinking that it was my mom going outside or something, I relaxed and closed my eyes again.

"Chloe, your father's home," my mom called up the stairs, trying to sound as normal as possible. From the sound of her voice I could tell she was trying to help me and trying not to give herself away at the same time.

"No, no, no," I said while giving Gabe a push off of me. He landed on the floor and I ignored the fact that he looked like he was in "La-La Land". I stepped over him and ran over to my mirror which was hanging on the back of my door. I pulled down my shirt and smoothed out a couple of wrinkles. I searched frantically for my hair tie and remembered that Gabe had it. I whirled around and Gabe, probably reading my mind like the freak I knew he was, handed me my hair tie wound around his fingers. I quickly pulled my hair in a ponytail and grabbed his hand, dragging him behind me out of the room.

"My mind is so fucking blown right now," he mumbled from behind me. "You're a really good kisser, Chloe. A really good one."

I chose not to respond, thinking that a string of profanities would slip out, and pulled him down the stairs. I slowed our pace, ready to sneak him out the door before my dad saw him.