Page 64 of Conviction
“So, what if I told you that I think you’re right. That we are right where we’re meant to be. That I want this, whatever it is. I want to give it a go. Do you still think I’m wise?”
Well, she’s got me there.
“Is that really what you want?” I ask.
“I think it is,” she says quietly.
“You think, or you know?”
“I know.”
I reach out and touch her cheek with the back of my knuckles. “I’m so scared I’m gonna fuck this up,” I tell her honestly.
“Please try not to. I don’t think my heart could stand losing you again.”
“Fuck, Meebs.” I pull her in. One hand grips her hip, the other in her hair at the back of her head. My mouth melds with hers, but it’s not enough. I need to taste. I pull on her hair, a little too hard and when she attempts to protest at the pain, I slide my tongue inside her mouth. It tangles with hers. I drag it over her teeth and around her mouth.
She moans and grinds against me. Her nails claw into my scalp, and I tilt my head back when she pulls her mouth from mine and drags her teeth along my jaw.
“Meebs. Baby, you need to either stop what you’re doing or take your clothes the fuck off. Coz I can’t hang on much longer. I want you too much.”
She pulls back and looks at me. Without saying a word, she lifts my T-shirt over her head and throws it to the floor.
My head spins.
I drag my eyes from her face and down to look at her tits. Her creamy skin is perfect. Her tits are fuller than I remember, but her nipples are that same pale pink, almost the same shade as her lips.
I reach out slowly and drag my three middle fingers down to her cleavage from her throat. She looks down and watches me. I stroke my fingertips up and down a few times, mesmerised by the way goose bumps form across her skin and her nipples darken in colour slightly as they harden.
I stroke across to her right nipple and gently squeeze and pull it with my thumb and index finger. She tilts her head back and lets out a little moan. I lean into her left nipple and gently bite down, before sucking it into my mouth and lapping at it with my tongue.
“Fuck Con,” she sighs. Gripping my hair at the back of my head, she forces my mouth down on her harder.
Moving my mouth over her throat, along her jaw, I find my way back to her mouth.
“I need to be inside you,” I tell her.
“You have condoms?” she asks.
“Shit!” I do have condoms. Of course, I do. I’ve never had sex without them, except twice, with Meebs and look what that led to. The problem is, the condoms are in the round room.
“I need to go and get them,” I tell her. She frowns in confusion.
“From where? Please tell me you don’t have to run to the shop?”
“No.” Shit, how do I explain this one?
“They’re in… I don’t… I don’t keep them in here.”
She looks even more confused.
“Why? Where do you keep?”
I feel my cheeks burn. I’m blushing. I’m Conner fucking Reed, and she’s made me blush.
“In the other room, the other bedroom.”
I lift her from where she’s still straddling me and stand up. I try and adjust my hard-on, but it’s too stiff to do anything with.
