Page 104 of Endless Anger
“Let me kiss you,” he exhales, his fingers sliding over my skin. “Please. If you still want to go on your date after, I’ll step aside, but… Fuck, Luce, I need to kiss you right now.”
Conscious thought becomes increasingly difficult, but there are dozens of little alarm bells screeching in my mind, warning me away from him. Since he’s been back, he’s done nothing but cause trouble, and while I’m used to it from him, there’s also been a severe lack of explanation.
No apologies. No evidence of remorse for ditching me and getting me framed for a crime.
It’s like one day, Asher decided he was going to be my best friend again, and nothing else mattered. None of the in-between was important enough for him to consider.
Swallowing over the knot in my throat, I lift my hands to his chest, flattening my palms. “Does it feel like you might die if you don’t kiss me?”
Say yes. Let me know I’m not alone at least.
He nods. Inches closer.
I shove him backward, using every ounce of strength and the advantage of surprise to twist away from him.
“Then die.”
Spinning on my heels, I aim for the door, launching myself through it. I get back out to the library, weaving between two aisles, but Asher’s faster than me. He grabs my wrist, pushing me against a bookcase.
Forcing me around to face him, his hands immediately cup my cheeks, and he lets out a deviant laugh that ricochets inside my chest.
“Only if you kill me for this,” he says before sealing his mouth to mine.
31
LUCY
Kissing Asher Anderson,unfortunately, feels like the first drink of water after a forty-day drought.
I hate how easy it is to sink into, how my body stretches to fit against his, each plane and ridge conforming so it’s like we’re becoming a single being.
Long ago, I believed our souls were connected. That he was my missing half, the other part of the equation that made me whole.
When our lips touch, even with all the distance and animosity still between us, the hole he left fills instantly. Like it was never empty in the first place.
His hands slide from my cheeks into my wet hair, threading through the strands as he opens my mouth with his tongue. I claw at his bare skin, avoiding the bandage, trying to bring him closer.
I’m pressed against the shelves with him covering the length of my body, and it still doesn’t feel like enough.
A couple of books fall with a loud thud to the floor, disturbed by our sudden frenzy.
My legs part when he shoves his thigh between them, nudging me up so I have to stand on my tiptoes to keep from losing my balance.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I rush out as I break away, attempting to control my breathing.
My clothes are still soaked through, sticking to me, and he’s half-naked. If someone walked in right now, we’d be in loads of trouble.
“Should we be doing this here?” I ask, because I don’t really know what else to say. I’m not convinced we should be doing anything at all, yet I can’t peel myself away from him.
“What exactly are we doing?” Asher replies, moving to ghost kisses along the side of my neck, then up the column of my throat.
“You’re kissing me.”
He pulls back with a big, goofy grin on his face. “Fuck yeah, I am.”
Catching my breath becomes impossible.
His lips stretch with my silence. “I’ve got no intention of stopping either, regardless of what nosy little shit makes their way up here.”
