Page 25 of Habits

He takes one deep breath in before his eyes meet mine again.

I nibble at my lip as I wait for him to continue. I don’t want to let him see it tremble, even if it’s from the cool November air. I hug myself harder, rubbing my upper arms to keep them warm. The yard is covered in darkness, but I can see my breath form into small clouds as I exhale. It’s been like this for a while now, and we’re all just waiting for the first snow to fall.

“I—” Andrew opens his mouth, his eyes zeroing in on my face, but nothing else comes out.

My lips press in a tight line as I shake my head. In resignation? Disappointment? Hell if I know. I turn around on the heels of my feet to go back into the house, but his hands grab my wrist.

Precisely.

Securely.

With one pull of his strong hands, he turns me around and makes me stumble into his arms. I crash into him, chest to chest. Heaving, I lift my gaze to meet his.

“An—” But I don’t get far, because his lips are on mine.

What the actual fuck?

Stupefied, at first I can’t do anything. I just stand there like a statue as his calloused hands grip my face, digging into my scalp. As his lips, so soft and plump against mine, ravage my mouth.

The way his mouth feels against mine is in complete contrast to the way he turns my world upside down.

His eyes are closed as his mouth devours mine, a little furrow set between his brows.

Andrew nibbles at my lower lip, and I can’t help but sigh, opening my mouth, though unintentionally, to his expert tongue. It slides between my lips, interlocking with mine, and I feel my whole body shudder at the contact.

Like a jolt of power suddenly runs through my veins and wakes me up.

My hands that were settled on his hard pecks grip the material of his hoodie between my fingers tightly as my tongue meets his in a dance for control.

A loud moan interrupts the silence of the night.

His? Mine? I’m not sure that I even care.

His fingers, intertwined between the locks of my hair, pull harder. The sting of the motion burns brightly as he tilts my head back, exposing my naked neck and shoulder to him.

“Andrew …” I pant softly, but he hushes me without uttering a word.

His teeth graze the soft, exposed skin of my neck, making the goosebumps rise on my skin.

Once again, I shudder under his touch. When he gets to the hollow of my shoulder, he bites softly into the flesh, making me hiss. My fingers run up his pecks and into the soft strands of his slightly long hair, pulling him away.

His lids snap open and our eyes collide.

Forest-green fields meet the dark gray sky.

He blinks away the blurriness and gives me one of his mischievous smiles before his lips attack mine again.

Only this time, I’m ready.

I’m waiting for his invasion, and I meet every swipe of his mouth with one of my own. He wants to plunge his tongue into my mouth again, that sneaky bastard, but I don’t let him pass. Instead, my hands grip harder at the silky strands of hair between my fingers as I pull his head back, giving his lip a quick nibble in warning.

Andrew’s loud groan fills the night as my tongue gets past his lips and meets his in a sensual dance.

Plunging and pulling, we fight for dominance. One of his hands slides down my back, cupping my ass and pulling me closer.

So close I’m pressed firmly against his body.

So close I can feel the throbbing heat of his cock against my lower stomach.

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