Page 25 of Waiting Game

There was a tense beat of silence as we glared at each other.

A decade of built up hurt poured from both of us.

He took one final stride towards me, holding my face with both hands and pulling me toward him. We were so close, and his eyes bore into mine like he would find the answers to all of his unanswered questions within them.

His lips grazed against mine as he waited.

He waited, for me to be the one to give in.

For me to tell him ‘yes’ with my gaze.

I don’t know what part of me was so weak, or what it was about him that made it so easy to let ten years fall away. But it all fell away in a second when he pressed his lips to mine, so urgently, and so desperately, as if kissing me could cure the ten years of resentment.

And I let him.

I let him kiss me.

I knew already that I would regret it.

But I couldn’t bring myself to pull away from the boy that I had loved so much.

Even if he wasn’t him anymore.

7

Chapter 7

Valerie

Ren had me pinned against the door to his apartment, and everything leading up to this was a blur. He pulled away from our kiss for only a moment to unlock the door, before pulling me inside with him and locking it behind us.

His wandering lips returned to mine, trailing up and down, not missing an inch of my skin. He toyed with the narrow straps of my dress, which was heavy and soaked from the rainfall.

Pulling the straps down over my shoulders, the expensive gown fell to the floor, turning into a heap of fabric around my feet. My fingers worked quickly at the buttons of his shirt, ripping the damp material from his skin and exposing his chest.

I looked him up and down and he did the same with me.

He was as beautiful as I remembered, but now his body was hard, and toned, and strong.

Ren was man-made, a machine built for violence and danger, but I pushed the intrusive thoughts from my mind and let myself enjoy him again.

He still had the freckle on his chest, above his right nipple, and I pulled him close to kiss it.

Grabbing me by the ass, he pulled me against his waist and I could feel him.

I could feel how much he wanted me through the straining of his suit pants.

My hand trailed down to grab it through the fabric, and he let out a soft moan as my palm made contact.

He took me by the hand, and dragged me down the hall of his apartment and into his bedroom. He pushed me onto the bed, and I fell back with a drunken giggle.

I looked up at him as he watched me, undoing the button and zipper of his pants.

The emerald green duvet cover was unbelievably soft against my skin, and his bed was probably bigger than my entire bedroom back home.

He climbed over me, hovering above me as he planted another kiss on my mouth.

“Tonight,” he whispered, running his thumb across my bottom lip, “I’m going to make you mine once again, Valerie. I’m going to fuck you until you forget about the men you had after me. Every single man you had, before you finally came back to me.”

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