Page 64 of Unmasking You

As our bodies brush against each other my breath becomes shallow, and everything around me goes silent as if the world around us has stopped to witness this moment between us.

As if this moment isfated.

The silence extends as we look at each other, and my body fills with tenderness and love.

Our fingers brush together, then intertwine, and then we take a step closer to each other at the same time. When our chests brush, I watch Shane shake his head, and uneasiness fills me, but he crashes it immediately with his words.

“Not here. Once I start kissing you, I won’t be able to stop.” His grin is needy and wicked, and I love it very much.

He pulls me behind him, and in passing we greet the man at the reception, but we’re still in a world made of us. I don’t even remember the way up to Shane’s flat, the only thing I remember is his thumb caressing my palm and making my body and my cock ache.

He lets go of my hand when we reach the door, and I watch in awe at the way his hand trembles while he tries to open the door. That settles something inside me.

I want to be with him, and I love his touch on me. I’m worried about the memories that could make today a failure, but being with him overshadows everything. I follow him inside because nothing, not even the past, can keep me away from him right now.

When he pulls me inside and then plasters me against the door, I chuckle, but it dies when our eyes meet. The hunger in his makes my insides do somersaults.

He places his big hand on the side of my face, his fingers enveloping my neck and one resting on my ear, while his thumb rests on my chin, making me feel protected and wanted. I love how his eyes lock on mine, as if there’s nothing more important to him than me. As if I’m all he sees.

I watch as he leans closer, and I don’t even blink, because no way in hell am I missing any of this. He does it slowly, leaving me time to avoid the kiss if I want.

There’s no way I don’t want this.

I’m yearning to taste him, and to have his lips pressed against mine.

For a moment my fears take over, and my brain convinces me that something bad is going to happen, and it’s going to rob me again of what I desire most. Rob me of this so much awaited and desired kiss. But then… Shane’s lips touch mine, and the past is cloaked under the rightness of our lips locked together. Finally, after ten long years, I’ve got to kiss the boy I loved.

The first brush of his mouth is tentative and sweet, as if he doesn’t believe we’re here doing this. It doesn’t take away anything from the kiss, though, because it’s still like I imagined it ten years ago. Yet it’s so much more.

Emotions, need, and love explode inside me, and I moan when his lips move slowly against mine. Goosebumps rise across my body at the intensity of the feelings inside me.

Shane pulls back, and I miss his lips already. His forehead comes to rest against mine, and in his eyes is everything I need to know. There’s the same want and the same joy because finally we’re together.

While we stay there for a moment there’s no need for words, as the kiss has expressed everything we have inside.

He leans in once more, and again I expect the kiss to be hard and passionate, but instead it’s a caress of lips that when it’s gone leaves me wanting more.

Shane pulls away, and I place my hand on his hip to keep him close. He leans his head against mine, and our eyes lock, capturing both in a world made only ofus. A beautiful reminder of the past. A past where we didn’t know yet, how much pain we would go through. A past full of hope and now, I believe, love. I’m not sure we can be those people anymore, but we survived, and because of this we’ll be able to appreciate even more the second chance we’ve been given.

He frames my face with his hands and leans in again, aiming for my mouth. His warm breath washes over me, and I inhale his scent, and for a moment I’m back there, at that moment when we were close to kissing for the first time.

I open under his questing lips and welcome his tongue in my mouth when he searches for more. I moan under his assault, give him everything. I groan when he takes it and doesn’t leave any part of my mouth untouched.

Between his kiss and his touch, when he pulls away I’m a mess. My legs are trembling and I’m glad I’m pressed against the door, because they can’t hold my weight.

“Finally,” he says, and his relief, so similar to mine, makes me chuckle. “I can’t believe I had to wait ten years to kiss you.”

“Ditto. But let’s not wait that long for our second, third…”

He takes my mouth with his and stops me from babbling. When I’m moaning again from pleasure he pulls back.

“There won’t be any other kisses but mine.”

And damn if Shane staking his claim doesn’t make my cock fill, eager for more. And damn if I don’t like his possessiveness way too much. Maybe I shouldn’t, but after what happened between us, I need him to show me how much he wants me so I can believe it’s real.

“Does that mean you’re mine?” I ask, only half jokingly. Because somewhere inside me, I still can’t believe he’s really here, and that we really are doing this.

“I’ve always been yours. I’ve been yours since the first time we met.” He places a gentle kiss on my lips before continuing. “It just took me a while to find my way back to you.” His hands grip me a bit too tight and his body presses a little more against the door, showing me how vulnerable Shane is.

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