Page 42 of Unraveling with You

Remington’s warm hand settles behind my head as he wraps my upper torso in a satiating embrace. I snuggle in, taking a step closer. Remington does the same, settling me softly against the brick wall behind me.

But the longer we cuddle against the wall with our thighs snug, what I find bumping my belly startles my breath out of me. Remington freezes. But when I don’t move away, instead leaning in a little closer to tease his forming erection, Remington’s fingers on my head slowly weave into my hair. My eyes flutter shut as he gives my scalp a soothing rub. I hum, and his shaft flexes against me in response.

My heartbeat rages faster. I’m not sure how long Remington has been staving off arousal, but just the feeling of his warm, firm shaft through our clothes ignites a fire between my legs.

I pull back, desperate to stare into his brooding, black eyes beneath my apartment porch’s crappy lighting. His tattoos sneak through the shadows, sprawling over his neck to guide me to those plump, parted lips. I can’t stare at them for too long, my feet shuffling in a yearning to press my hips a little deeper into Remington. But I’m afraid if I give in, we won’t be able to contain ourselves, and someone in my building will walk up and catch us.

But I’ve stared at Remington’s lips for far too long. His fingertips drag over my pulsing jugular before settling against my cheek. My eyes zip to his, and I realize he’s been beaming down at me this whole time. He’s not smiling with his lips, but his eyes - slanting like they’re toying with me. There’s a sultry, crouching fire behind his irises - a black panther ready to pounce.

I part my lips to match his. But I’ve never been this nervous to kiss anyone in my life. It might be just a kiss, but with the reality-shattering emotions I feel around him, I know it’s more. An anchor hooks my heart, dragging me closer to binding myself to Remington. And I know it’s already too late; I dove so deep that a part of me will feel deeply for him for life.

A sour, realistic voice inside me warns this could be another one of those moments: a man taking me inside, having a little fun, getting bored of me, and leaving me alone in the morning.

But with how cherished I feel in Remington’s arms, I want to feel every second of this moment with him. Even if it’s just for tonight.

The tips of our noses make the lightest contact, brushing over each other in a gentle, tickling dance. Remington’s eyes lose their tension, and my belly somersaults.

He’s waiting for me to kiss him first.

I grip fistfuls of his leather jacket, but he still doesn’t move. My thighs rub together, teasing Remington in the process, and Remington releases a low, humming exhale.

“Lilibeth, if you’re too uncomfortable—”

“C-can I—” I suck in a breath as his shaft prods me again. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” he purrs.

Wobbling on my toes, I take Remington’s cheeks in my palms. He holds me steady, hugging my waist flush to his by my sides - still avoiding my lower back. But he doesn’t make the first move, allowing me to take my time. Which is nice, since I’m still too terrified to kiss him. My breath pulses over his lips, and my anxiety skyrockets past the top floor of my apartment building.

But as my eyes flit between his, the affection I find staring back spurs me into action. I ease one of his hands behind me, allowing his hot palm to caress my sensitive mark.

“I-I changed my mind. I like it, when I’m not overwhelmed,” I whisper.

Fire burns behind his eyes. Remington swallows hard before rumbling, “Thank you for telling me, baby girl.”

I can hardly resist indulging in the soothing buzzing his voice creates in my lower belly, but when he sends a flurry of tingles through me with his soft, sweeping touch on my lower back, my forced calm snaps. Gasping against his lips, I arch my back into his hand. I want him to keep touching my mark. He’s the only one I’ve felt safe enough with to allow it, but he's also the only one to be so lovingly gentle with my body to help me feel safe enough in the first place. It makes even the slightest brush of his fingertips feel like he’s pleasuring my deepest nerves.

And tonight, every corner of my body and mind begs me to kiss him. With a galloping heart, I press my lips into his - just a light peck at first. But Remington hooks one arm tighter around my back, pulling me in. I suck in a hitching, frenzied breath as the full weight of those lips settles over mine, shooting fireworks of buzzing, tingling bliss down my spine. I grip his cheeks tighter, pulling him closer. I want more.

And Remington certainly gives me more. He releases my cheek to cup the back of my head, just in time to protect it as he smushes me against the brick wall. My eager hips buck on instinct, and it’s only with his rumbling, pleased groan that I realize that he’s bending his knees to stoop low enough for me - placing his hot shaft in the perfect position to nudge my clit.

Running out of air, I break our kiss with a sharp inhale. But I don’t budge an inch. Remington’s breath beats against my lips as he stares into my eyes, our foreheads pressed together.

“You’re so brave,” he whispers.

Hot, whirling tingles shred through me, flexing my core. Oh, my God. His praise really does something to me.

I grip Remington’s jacket collar, the studs icing my hot fingers. I struggle to speak between flustered breaths. “Rem, I— We’re outside, but— But I like this too much to want to stop.”

He nudges my nose with his, pressing his chest against my breasts until my shoulder blades meet the wall. Wait, is he squishing me because he remembers I like compression? That thought is so sweet that I can’t help myself, smashing my lips against his. This time, our searing breaths meet as we open our lips. We kiss heavier and heavier until our tongues touch, flickering further over each other with each successive, deep kiss. His shaft nudges me again, and I inhale hard through my nose; I'm so damn sensitive to this man that my core can’t stop flexing in response to him - especially as he draws gentle circles over my lower back, tantalizing my nerves from every angle.

Remington breaks our kiss with a heavy exhale. “You still okay, Lilibeth?”

I nod furiously, still catching my breath.

He softens his voice, but it rumbles through my chest, vibrating to my lower belly. “Do you feel good?”

Slipping my hands into his open jacket, I grip the back of his soft T-shirt. “Y-yes.”

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