Page 5 of Rules

I catch a flash of blond hair with blue and pink tips. Heavy, slightly smudged make-up on her face. Her eyes grow wide as I crash into her. I try to prevent the impact, but it’s no use. My body falls on hers, much smaller and softer, kicking the air out of her lungs. Her lips part just as mine land on hers.

A brush.

Barely a touch.

That’s all it is.

Barely a touch, yet I can’t help but feel how soft her lips are.

It’s been long, so long since I kissed a girl. So long I forgot how good it felt.

Running my hands over their soft curves, feeling the silkiness of their skin underneath my rough palms. Kissing those velvet lips as sexy, feminine perfume surrounds me.

The image of Lia enters my brain. Is she kissing Derek right now? But as soon as the question forms, I push it back.

It’s so fucked up. Thinking about one girl while having another one in my arms. Wrong on so many levels. Inexcusable. Especially since the girl I’m thinking about isn’t somebody I can have. Isn’t somebody I can even think of having. Because she was never mine to begin with.

Irritated and angry at myself, I swipe my lips over hers.

A punishment and a distraction.

Tentative.

Questioning.

Those big eyes, somehow familiar, grow even wider, but I can feel her lips tremble underneath mine, and then they return my kiss.

Slowly, so freaking slowly, she brushes her mouth against mine and it feels like heaven. I groan loudly, the gentle movement the only invitation I need.

My tongue slides through her parted lips, meeting hers and stealing a soft moan from somewhere deep in her throat as velvet meets velvet.

I disentangle my hands from hers furiously. Cupping her cheeks, my eyelids fall shut. I angle her head so that my tongue can slip deeper into her mouth.

There is no finesse to my touch.

Just pure. Fucking. Need.

Her hands grip my hips, pulling me down as she arches up, body meeting body. My dick reacts to the touch, growing harder in my jeans. With every thrust of my tongue in her mouth, she arches into my touch, our lower halves grinding together as denim rubs against denim.

The kiss breaks as her head falls back, her tits brushing against my chest with a sharp intake of breath.

Not discouraged in the slightest, I let my mouth trail her jaw and down her neck, licking and nibbling her soft flesh. Honey and wildflowers overwhelm my senses as I brush my nose down the column of her neck.

Her hands run up my back, feeling my muscles tense underneath her fingers, over my shoulders and neck until they tangle in my hair, pulling me back for another wild kiss.

Tongues mashing together.

Teeth grazing.

Mouths devouring.

Wild.

Free.

All-consuming.

Her kiss sets me free and grounds me at the same time.

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