Page 12 of Never Stop
DO I CLOSE MY EYES?
Yes, of course, I close my eyes.
Stop it, Olivia Rose! You've messed this up once before. Please don't do it again, I argue with myself.
"You idiot!"I gasp as it leaves my mouth, in utter shock. My eyes widen, and I shake my head fast in horror.
Oh my god. Please tell me I did not just say that out loud.
"Ander, I swear I didn't mean to say that out loud," He inches back slightly, raising a curious eyebrow and that damn smirk that makes my stomach dance.
"So you only wanted to think that I'm an idiot, not say it?" he says sarcastically as he laughs. Looking over my face, he sees the sheer embarrassment, slowly pulling me back closer toward him.
What else do I do out of sheer panic? Oh well, you know. I start laughing like a fucking hyena and rambling,of course.
"No, no, I didn't mean to think you're an idiot. I was thinking about how I'm an idiot if I-" and before I could finish, there it was.
He shuts me up as his lips slowly land on mine, and yes, I close my damn eyes. Thank you for at least remembering to do that, brain.
It is the sweetest feeling. He holds me so close that it feels like we are intertwined. then… Weare.
He pulls me to him, and I wrap my legs around him, squeezing for dear life. His lips move on mine, and I follow suit. I am catching on quicker by the second. The longer it lasts, the more I need it never to stop. I can't believe I was scared of this. Nothing in the world has ever felt so right.
He arches back, breaking our kiss, stares into my eyes for a beat, and runs his hands through my hair. The look on his face makes me come apart, and the heat between my legs increases. I may be a virgin, but I know what it feels like to be turned on. Because damn, I'm almost always hot and bothered when it comes to him.
"Let's go to the beach house," I suggest seductively. Or at least, I intend for it to be alluring. Who knows, I could look fucking constipated for all I know. I have no clue what the hell it is I'mdoing, but I'm following my instincts for once, and damn, does it feel good.
His eyebrows pull together in confusion, and he bites his bottom lip to stifle a chuckle.
"V, we don't have to do that."
I roll my eyes, shove him playfully, and then stand beside him, putting my hands on my hips. "It wasn't a question Ander. Now, take me to that damn house!" I demand in the firmest voice I can muster through the soft giggles that I'm trying to hold back.
He arches one eyebrow at me and stares for a minute, then pulls me into him, making us impossibly close.
"Fiesty, I love that side of you." He growls into my ear, nipping on it softly, as he runs up behind me and swings me into his arms, gripping me tightly into a hug from behind. The backside of my body is squeezed up tightly against the front side of his, and I can feel him hardening, even through both of our clothes.
Oh shit. If I had not been turned on before, I definitely would have been now.
He nips at my ear again and says, "If we go in that house, I can't promise you I'll want to hold back, Rosie."
I gulp—nervousness coursing through my body, but craving overpowers it.
"I can promise you that I won't want you to hold back," I whisper as I lean slightly to the side, revealing my neck to him even more. He places a kiss right below my ear and sucks on the sensitive skin there softly. He lets out a grunt as he hears my words.
It tickles but feels so good. Eagerly, I squeeze my hands around his arms, which are still wrapped around my waist, and I walk towards the house, pulling Ander with me. He lets go of me and pulls me to a stop. Confused, I swing around to face him. As I do, his strong arms swoop me up into him, cradling me like a baby. One hand on my ass and the other supporting my headand neck. The hand on my ass doesn't hesitate to give it a tight squeeze as we walk forward, and I let out a moan mixed with a soft giggle as my lips fall open. He stops walking for a moment to quickly dip his head down and swallow the moan as it leaves my mouth, kissing me forcefully.
When he gets us to the stairs, I pull myself off him, run up, and search for the key my dad hides in the flower pot on the back deck. Ander follows close behind me. I'm fumbling with opening the door, my nerves getting the better of me.
He comes up behind me, wraps one arm around my waist, rubs my left shoulder with his other hand, and then places a kiss on it, sending a jolt of lightning through my entire body.
After what felt like forever, we finally made it inside. I don't give him the chance to kiss me again. It's my turn to kiss him. He broke the ice, and now my body needs his. My body is feening for his.
We are standing a few feet from each other, eyes locked. The way his eyes rake down my body, staring at me with such desire, makes the aching between my legs even worse, and I've never wanted anything so bad.
Ander goes to take slow steps towards me to close the gap between us, but I don't let him. I hold up a hand, signaling him to stop. I hold his eye contact, glancing at how his clothes fit over his body and wanting to see him without them. I'm used to seeing him in swim shorts with no shirt, but his body has gotten toned since I last saw him. I want to see what it looks like bare, especially now.
He raises an eyebrow my way, almost as if he's asking what's next.
