Page 22 of Little Paper Games
His lips were full, soft, and surprisingly gentle.
Then he opened his mouth.
His lips pulled at mine, requesting entrance not demanding it. I opened to him.
My back arched as his entire mood flipped. My eyes closed with a groan.
His tongue teased its way into my mouth, that rumbling groan vibrating from his body to mine as he leaned into me, closing that whisper of distance.
The hand propping him up moved down my restrained body, pulling my hips closer to him. He — oh, God. His hard length shifted against the apex of my thighs. The thin scrap of lace offering no protection from his prowess.
That hand followed the line of my curves down to my thigh. He wrapped it around and lifted.
The action opened me wider to him and he nestled into the cradle of my thighs. I moaned loudly, lewdly. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth and released it through his teeth, scraping the sensitive flesh.
His fingers wrapped around, finding the tender flesh of my inner thigh as his tongue teased and tormented my own.
Higher his fingers teased, tracing designs along my skin that became textured with my goosebumps.
I shifted my hips wider, opening to him.
Higher.
I arched deeper.
He kissed me harder.
The lights flickered once, twice, and the duplex lit up with power.
I blinked quickly; the spell broken.
“Kenna,” he breathed.
“I…. I….” I stammered.
“McKenna,” he said again, still pressed against me.
“I should go.” He immediately stepped back as I fled, carefully down the basement stairs and into the sanctuary of my own home.
Chapter 9
JUDE
What the fuck had I just done?
I kissed Kenna.
McKenna-fucking-Clarke. The booze in me told me to sleep it off. The anxiety bottled up inside of me told me to run after her. Both options seemed bad. I settled somewhere in the middle. Picking up my phone, I found her number listed under ‘Giant Pain in the Ass’ and wrote out a text.
Red - let me know you’re okay over there, yeah?
Short, simple and to the point.
Lies. To the point would be more like:
Kenna - I don’t know what came overme,but I’m not sad it happened. Please come back.
But that was definitely the worst idea in the world. Literally. It had to be. I busied myself by cleaning up the living room. Dousing the candles and picking up the mini bar I had set up on the coffee table. The blanket I folded up and put away, though not before smelling it. It smelled like her. She smelled like sex.
