Something Like Shame (BWWM)

Chapter 7

...it would be the grandest of untruths to say I regret a thing. She tempted the monster in me... was absolutely delectable...

He parted my lips under his own and the taste of cream soda flicked over my tongue- then it was all I could do not to mold to him. His touch, soft and hesitant, set my nerve-endings on fire as he tested my boundaries, brushing his fingers over the buttons of my blouse, stretching my waistband.

The kiss was that hundred dollar bill you might save for Black Friday, the catalyst to a free-for-all. Suddenly, a jolt of urgency rocked through him:

He wrapped his fingers, like steel clamps, around a tuft of my hair and yanked my head back almost painfully to deepen the kiss, nose and teeth crashing against mine with every move. It felt like he was everywhere and everything at once, teeth grazing my bottom lip as he tugged it hard. I twisted myself back, then he curled himself forward and enveloped me, making up for my weakness.

It lasted so long and suddenly I felt one of his hands groping and squeezing its way under the hem of my skirt, hiking it up. As his hands gripped the backs of my thighs, he readjusted himself against me conspicuously, "Ah-mm."

He found what he was looking for then and I felt the good friction too, that kinesthetic dip.

I hardly had enough time to say a word before he backed me into the wall, pushing me with his hips, hardly could I even stop the moan that escaped my throat between kisses, I wasn't even sure if I felt pain or deeper pleasure. The line was blurred but, all too quickly, he dragged himself away, gaping at me now, clearly in shock.

I shocked this man, this omnipotent man.

But, I was insatiable, I wanted every bit of him I could take so I grasped either side of his face and planted a kiss on the soft skin of his throat, then the prickly stubble of his chin, then smiled. He groaned and twisted out of my grip before I could make my way back to his lips, "If you kiss me like that again, you won't be leaving this room tonight and then I'd really be in trouble, Henna."

"I'm willing to risk that right about now."

"You definitely are." He wiped a hand over his face and turned back to his work, panicked.

I glared hard at his beautifully sculpted shoulder muscles, "Then what's stopping you. I'm standing right here, yours for the taking. Just say the word and I will be in that bed-"

He was absolutely mortified. "Henna, I'm not about to do that to you. Not now."

"Weren't you just about to, though? Just now when your fingers were all over my personals?"

Letting out an exasperated sigh, he said, "But, you're not ready."

"I'm here, aren't I? There's no clearer sign than that."

He didn't answer.

Taking the silence as my cue, I exited the room and slammed the door behind me; leaving like that felt so wrong but what else was there for me to say? Should I've begged him to throw me up against the wall again like a mad man? My face heated at the thought.

I was only a few steps from my door before I knocked into a somewhat-scrawny chest.

It was Seth. Not without a twinge of concern, he grabbed my elbows and narrowed his eyes, "Whoa. What're you so angry about?"

"Nothing. Actually, I am currently in a vegetable-like state." I frowned and smoothed a crease in my dress.

He took a small step back and shoved his hands into his pockets. His limp, black hair was falling into his eyes, "I was waiting for you in the Islamic exhibit."