Page 71 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
“Maybe they weren't fun, but we did them together. And suddenly you were too cool.” I sound like a moron, but the truth is coming out and I can’t stop it. I don’twantto stop it. It’sbeen a long time coming, and judging by the way his muscles are tensing and the flush in his cheeks, he’s just as pissed as I am.
“I wasn'ttoo cool,” he says, his brow furrowed in frustration. “I was...” He lets out a harsh exhale. “I was hurting, okay? My dad left and I was pissed.”
That stuns me into silence, but not for long. “So, what? You just gave up?” My voice is high and tight with unshed tears that have been building for years. “You just stopped caring?”
He thrusts a hand through his hair with another muttered curse. “Why does it even matter?” His glance my way is bitter, at best. “You moved on, right?”
I flinch. The words have an edge, but it’s the pain I hear underneath them that freakin’ guts me.
“It matters because I missed you.” My heart is pounding and my lungs feel so winded it’s a struggle to get the words out. “Imissyou, Zack.” My voice is too loud and the words seem to echo in the answering silence.
His throat works. And when his gaze finally meets mine, it’s heavy and dark. “I’m right here.”
Silence. A heartbeat. The air is thick with tension that needs to break.
I don’t know who moves first. I think maybe it’s me.
Our mouths collide in a kiss that’s harsh and angry, and…explosive. Then he pulls me close, and I’m in his arms, kissing him with all the pain and frustration that I don’t know how to express.
The kiss is hot and wet and...urgent. Frantic.
Desperate.
I’m on the verge of tears, but I can’t get enough. I need this kiss like I need air.
His lips are bruising and harsh, and he kisses me without tenderness or reason. But my answering kiss is just as hungry.
My fingers are clenching his T-shirt and his groan sends a tremor racing through me. The heat from his body is scorching and I am onfire.
His lips slant over mine as he crushes me to him so we’re pressed together. One of his hands slides over my hip, my thigh—and then he’s tugging my leg over his so I’m half straddling him.
His arms are a vice around me, clutching me tight, but eventhat’snot enough.
It’s like we can’t get close enough. We can’t stop touching and kissing, and it’s still not enough.
Our lips are frantic as they meet and cling. He tastes like heaven and he smells just as good. His scent is all around me and it’s gone straight to my head, making me dizzy. He’s nipping at my bottom lip as I pant for air.
I amdrowningin sensations.
I am freakin’ lost at sea and my grip on his shoulders is the only thing keeping me afloat.
When his tongue slides against mine, I melt. My insides are molten lava and...I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve made out with Grayson plenty, and I thought it was good. It was safe and pleasant and...nothing at all like this.
Nothing in my life has ever prepared me for this, not even the epic kiss at work last night. Because that was just a taste, and it started off as something dirty and wrong and…not for us.
But this kiss is ours. There’s no one else here in this room.
One of his hands moves up to cup the back of my head as he tastes and teases, deepens and devours. He pulls me fully onto his lap.
Pressed against him like this, I feel his heart pounding in his chest.
I can’t get enough. And what starts as desperation and urgency grows dangerously close to panic. I’m trying to get closer, to touch more, and taste more and...
What is happening to me? Reality pierces this heady haze of desire.
He must feel me tense, because he slows the pace of the kiss and gentles his grip. The kiss turns less frantic. Our lips never part, but the urgency settles, and soon his lips are teasing and tender and...sweet.
So freakin’ sweet as he slides his mouth over mine with infinite patience. Like he’s not going anywhere.
