Page 33 of Sunrises & Salvation
I can’t fight anymore. Not after the subtle touches, his bright smile, and seeing the look in his eyes now. I’m helpless, completely encapsulated by him.
Stepping close, until my bare chest touches his clothed one, I wrap my hand around the back of his head, feeling the smooth, damp skin at the nape of his neck. I brush my nose against his, softly. Smelling him. The subtle hint of sweat and the sweet undertones of his cologne.
Brown eyes stare into my blue ones, a mixture of longing and confusion looking into me.
“Is it bad that I want to kiss you again?” Our lips barely brush, and he lets out a whimper, so soft I wouldn’t have heard it if I weren’t so attuned to him.
“Please don’t make me answer that,” he says, his voice hushed, a shock from the loudness that is happening right outside that door. The door that leads to where his parents and my girlfriend are. But if they were offered a piece of heaven, they would take it. So what’s so wrong about me taking heaven for myself? Because Hunter is that for me, the closest thing I’ll ever get to experience. Being with him is like having an out-of-body experience that I never want to stop.
I press my lips against his, gently. Taking in the plumpness of them. It’s different from earlier, when I shoved us together. I’m taking my time to savor him, to prove how tender I can befor him.
We stay like that, our lips together and unmoving. My hand on his neck slips into his hair, twisting the short hairs in my grasp. He moans, and it sparks a live wire in me. I maneuver us into a stall, closing the door and fumbling with the lock until it catches.
I open my mouth against his, feeling the warmth of his breath. Breathing into me. Breathing life, joy, and happiness.
With Hunter, life is starting to makesense.Maybe life isn’t as bad as I’ve always seen it. There are still good and good people in the world.
Our tongues tangle, and I push him into the stall door, molding our bodies together until I don’t know where he ends and I begin. I pull his shirt up and run my hand across the skin right above his pants. I rub the soft skin under my fingertips as I hold his hip in my grip. His hands push against my chest, and I start to detach my mouth from his. Giving him the space he needs right now.
Instead, he bites my lip, holding it too tightly for me to be able to move away.
He trails his fingers up and down my chest, tracing the slight dips and grooves of my torso. I shiver in anticipation.
Hunter wraps his hands around my hips and pulls me into him again. Our dicks bump and it’s my turn to let out a loud moan. I can feel how hard he is through the layers of our clothes.
“Fuck, Collins,” I say against his mouth, nibbling and sucking his plump bottom lip into my mouth. He moans his encouragement. I rock my hips harder against him, grinding my hard length against his.
We aren’t kissing anymore, we’re sharing the same panting breaths. His hands wrap around my back and hold me against him. My hand leaves his hair and grabs his chin, holding our faces together while I stare into his brown eyes.
“You’re so beautiful. So fucking beautiful.”
The door to the bathroom opens, and we freeze. My heart races in my chest and matches the tempo of his, trying to stay quiet.
My shirt, where did I put my shirt, and how are we going to get out of here without drawing attention to ourselves?
Hunter miraculously has it in his hands, and he slips it over my head. We quietly straighten our clothes while we wait for the guy who walked in to finish his business and leave.
Hunter bites his kiss-swollen lips, tucking the bottom one into his mouth and creating that cute little dimple that I want to lick. Leaning in, I do just that. He pushes me away and holds his finger up in front of his mouth, telling me to be quiet, while he fights off his laughter.
The guy walks out, and we stay frozen for a few extra moments to listen to see if anyone else came in. When the coast is clear, we leave our stall and share a smile in the mirror while we wash our hands. Hunter dips his head under the stream fromthe faucet, running his fingers through his hair and messing it up worse.
“We better get back out there,” he says, awkwardly fiddling with his fingers in front of him. I grab both of his hands in mine, bringing them up to my mouth and pressing a kiss to the center of his palm.
“Yeah, we should. But I don’t want to let you go.”
His face flushes, and he leans close to me and presses a kiss to my cheek. Stepping back, he leaves me watching him, starstruck, while I stroke the skin of my cheek that his lips just touched.
21
HUNTER
What the heck was I thinking?
Easy answer: I wasn’t thinking with my head. I was thinking with my touch-starved body and my heart, which doesn’t understand that Adam should be off-limits.
But there was just something in the way he looked at me that made me feel special. Like someone was actually seeing me for me, not for the mask I’ve perfected over the years.
Instead of going to find Danielle, I go to our table. I’ll hang out here and chill out until it’s time to leave. Then, when we get back to my parents’ house, Adam and I are going to be adults and talk. Just talk. With all of our clothes on.
