Page 120 of Beyond The Maples
Neither of us says anything more as I finish cleaning the cut. Again, I get the confidence to blow gently on the cut on his forehead, my lips hovering close enough I can feel the heat radiating off him.
He inhales sharply, his hands flying to my wrists.
"Don't," he growls, through clenched teeth.
"Don't what, Tane?" I challenge.
"Don't... or I'm going to kiss you. And that would be aterrible idea."
He's giving me the option—the power—in this moment, to pull away, and it lights something on fire in my chest. I lean forward, locking eyes with him with a defiant grin, and whisper, "And what would be so terrible about that?"
For a moment, he's as still as death. His nostrils flare, and I wonder if he's breathing me in, like I am with him. His scent wraps around me like a warm blanket. His grip tightens on my wrists like he's willing every muscle in his body to stay still.
But the moment ignites in just a breath when our mouths finally collide.
There's a single moment of hesitation. A moment where our lips pause together, frozen, and then his mouth moves and I'm melting. As if I'm endlessly free falling, my feet unable to find purchase.
His hands release my wrists and slip down around my waist, scooping me closer, so every part of me is pressed into him, and I can't help but sigh into his mouth. My hands slink up into his silky, still-damp hair and I bite back a moan. I pull slightly, and a deep rumble comes from Tane's chest. He tilts my head, and I open for him. His tongue meets mine, hungry and exploring, and as that first taste hits me, I know I'm lost. I couldn't stop this if I wanted to. I am unraveling, and it feels terrifying––but also a bit like being set free.
His hands explore with commanding reverence. Everywhere they touch, tingles ripple across my body. It's like he's trying to memorize every bare inch of my skin with his fingertips. His hand skates beneath my shirt, and under my bra, skimming the underside of my breast. I whimper into his mouth, the ghost of his touch threatening to undo me.
The sounds I'm making are all the encouragement he needs as he groans, grabbing my thighs, lifting me onto the table. I hear things crash off behind us, but I can't even bring myself to look, our mouths never leaving each other.
Tane's entire body feels tense, almost like he's willing himself to behave, but I want more.
I break our kiss, instead using my lips to make a path down his neck, to his chest. I trail my fingers lazily across his sculpted abs, slipping my hands under his shirt, and fully appreciating every thick muscle on the way down. When I hit the top of his pants, I skim playfully, causing Tane tohiss. He sucks in a breath as I slip my hand down his front; he pulls back, eyes wide, chest heaving. He grabs my jaw and kisses me ferociously. I dip my hand into his underwear, but instead of grabbing him, I skirt around his length, exploring and teasing everywhere, watching as he reacts to every touch. His hips buck and I grin into another kiss.
"What... are... you doing, youlittle menace?" he breathes out, eyes black with lust.
"I'm earning my nickname," I whisper back as I lightly graze against him. He sucks in a breath, biting down a groan, and I let out a husky laugh. There's something wildly powerful about seeing him so wound up.
"Oh, you think this is funny?" he grits out.
Before I can answer, he's spinning us, lifting me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he slams my back against the wall, pinning me in place. His eyes connect with mine as he moves against me, thrusting himself against my core, while his fingers grip my hips. He's not being gentle anymore, and it sets something inside me on fire.The friction takes my breath away and I'm melting again as I meet every thrust of his with my own, begging for more.
One of his hands holds me in place while the other wanders under my shirt. This time there is no teasing, as he applies perfect pressure to my painfully peaked nipple, and I arch into him with a moan. His mouth devours the noise, and he works me until pleasure is coiling around my spine. He kisses and nips his way down my neck, his teeth scraping hungrily.
I am utterly lost in whatever madness this is.
"I... I need... Please..." I whimper, unable to form a coherent thought.
Tane lets out a hoarse laugh.
"What do you need? Whatever you want, it's yours," he replies, his eyes locking with mine, a fervency in his voice that unravels me. It's too much. My head tilts back against the wall as he continues to move against me.
"You..." is all I manage to get outthrough a throaty moan.
"Let go for me, Maple," he commands with a growl, his teeth sinking into the hollow of my throat. He follows the sting with his mouth, his tongue laving at the sensitive spot.
And I do. My vision blacks and stars shatter behind my eyes as my entire body ignites. He swallows my moan with his mouth, groaning as he devours me.
Tane never stops— touching, and kissing, and moving as I come down. When I'm finally able to open my eyes, I find him staring at me, awe rippling across his features.
"So beautiful..." he whispers, as his thumb slides along my jaw, then he kisses me again, achingly slowly this time. I have no words, so I kiss him back, arms wrapping around his neck. All I know is that I want more. Ineedmore.
Just as I'm about to demand he take off all his clothes, a loud banging erupts from behind the door.
Our heads both snap towards it.
