Page 147 of Curvy Girl Summer

“I’m going back to my date,” I said in a huff.

Ripping my eyes away from his, I started moving toward the door.

He grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him.

My back was against the wall in seconds, and my breaths came out in short bursts. A chill ran down my spine as he towered over me.

Fear coursed through my veins.

But I wasn’t fearful of him. I was fearful of how he was making me feel. The way he was looking at me made me feel like he knew too much.

Yeah, it’s time to go.

He searched my face. “What do you want me to say?”

My lips parted, and I let out a trembling breath. My voice was barely above a whisper as I took in his words. “Whatever you want to say.”

He studied me. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he seemed to read me. “You matter to me. Is that what you want to hear? You want to know that I care about you?” he questioned, releasing his grasp on my arm. “What do you want from me?”

“For the sake of our friendship…” My voice quavered slightly as it trailed off.

I want you to stop,I finished the sentence in my head.

He shook his head slowly, holding my gaze. “What do you want from me?”

As much as I knew I should’ve completed my thought, I couldn’t bring myself to stop what was already happening. So, I didn’t say anything. I just stood there. I tried to look away from him, but I couldn’t.

“What is it, Aaliyah? Just tell me. What do you want from me? What do you need from me?”

“We’re fine, Ahmad!” I retorted. “Our friendship is fine.”

“You’re just…” Staring into my eyes, he shook his head. “You’re so fucking…”

“I’m so what?” I stepped up, getting in his face. “I’m so fucking what, Ahmad?”

His lips were tightened in an almost angry pout.

My gaze lingered on his mouth, daring him to say what was on the tip of his tongue.

His jaw clenched and unclenched. His nostrils flared. His chest rose and fell.

He silently stared at me, and I stared right back.

Without warning, Ahmad crashed his lips into mine.

I gasped as he backed me against the wall, kissing me hard. I was caught off guard, but instinctively, I returned the kiss. I clawed at his T-shirt, pulling his body closer to mine. Feeling his growing bulge pressing against me through his jeans, my body shivered. His hard body pinned me, and his soft lips moved over mine. Hishands encircled my neck, brushed over my shoulders, and down my arms. But it wasn’t until our tongues touched that I moaned into his mouth, fully giving in to him.

He was dominating me, consuming me, and I felt everything, everywhere.

I’d never been kissed like that before in my life.

I placed my hands on his chest and abruptly pulled out of the kiss. Staring up at him with wide eyes, I saw a mix of confusion and desire etched across his handsome features. His chest rose and fell as air escaped him in quiet bursts. His heart raced under my palm. His fingers flexed against my hips.

I’d stopped the kiss because I had to.

Ignoring the desire that churned between my legs, I opened my mouth to tell him I had to go. I looked into his eyes, ready to end whatever it was that was happening between us. But when he wet his lips and I caught a glimpse of his tongue, that yearning deep within me caused me to have a temporary lapse in judgment.

I knew I should’ve taken my hands off his chest. I knew I should’ve stepped away and created distance between us. If I would’ve given myself the space to breathe and think, I would’ve had a chance to resist. But the way he looked at me rendered me speechless. He was too close and too intoxicating. I couldn’t think straight. But feeling the way his heart raced under my hand spurred something inside me.

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