Molly | Herophine

Chapter 15: I Want Him

Jo

I pull Hero to the dance floor, making sure we're at the far side with a large pillar obscuring us from the others, away and out of sight from our cast mates. I snake my hands up his hard chest until they meet at the back of his neck, my fingers locking in place. Gazing up to him, I start to move my hips to the beat of the music pumping around us, not a care about the other bodies bumping and grinding against one another. My eyes are locked only on him, on his gorgeous green eyes. All my attention is directed towards him which has always been the case ever since I met those brilliant green pools a week ago.

Has it really been just a week since I met him?

It feels so much longer than just a week. Time is tricky when it comes to him; it either goes by too quickly when we're together or goes by too slow when I'm not with him. So much has happened since that table reading and it feels like every change-good or bad-has had something to do with this British guy who is now wrapping his long arms around me, pulling me in further until I could feel every hard muscles of his long, lean body against the softness of my small frame.

We sway in sync both to the music and to each other, our bodies moulding as one, as we gaze into each other's eyes. The pumping music transitions into a slower, more teasing song. I think it may be due to all the alcohol I've consumed or it's all because I'm in Hero's hands that I turn my back on him and gently sway my ass against his front, feeling his growing member against the small of my back. His hands travel up to shoulders, slowly running them down my arms and leaving a trail of goosebumps on my skin. When his hands reach mine, it moves to my waist, caressing my abdomen before sliding up, gently grazing my breasts. He makes sure to graze his thumb over my hardened nipples that are now quite visible despite my bra and clothing; an involuntary moan falls from my lips. My back arches, pushing my breasts out for him as my head falls back against his chest, tilting to the side. His hands then trail back down until finally resting on either sides of my hips, squeezing my flesh with his large hands that almost reach my ass. His head dips down to my neck, inhaling my skin before kissing, sucking and swiping his tongue all over it as we continue to grind our hips against each other. I feel lightheaded, my mind and body consumed by want.

I want him.

There's no denying it now. Now that I'm free from Timothy. Now that I'm in his arms. I turn around to face him, abruptly putting a stop to his feast that is my neck. I stare into his captivating green eyes that are now almost entirely black with lust. There is absolutely no denying the fact that I want him, especially now that I can see the same want reflecting on his eyes.

His hand moves up from the small of my back to my arms, to my shoulders, seductively massaging my neck before threading through my hair at the back of my head, gripping a handful and pulling softly but firmly enough to tilt my head as his head dips down, closing the gap between us... between our lips. He doesn't take mine between his but instead lightly only brushes our lips together, teasing.

"Do you want me to kiss you Jo?" He whispers against my lips. I hear every single word loud and clear despite the loud pounding of music around us, despite the raucous of everyone around us.

"Yes," I answer truthfully and I feel his grip on my hair tighten, his green eyes darkening. I wait for him to finally crash his lips to mine but he doesn't, my impatience starting to get to me. I can't stand this teasing anymore, this brushing of our lips when all I want is for him to properly kiss me, for him to thrust his tongue inside my mouth and play with my tongue. "Kiss me, Hero," I whisper, demanding.

His lips break into a smirk before capturing mine and I sigh into his mouth, the sensation of finally kissing him without cameras, without thinking that this is wrong because I'm in a relationship, without a single fuck, is overwhelming. His kiss is utterly consuming; nothing quite like I've ever experienced before.