Her tongue drove me wild as it swirled around mine — I dug my hand into her hair grabbing a fistful of it as I tried to pull her tighter against my body.
Saylor’s arms tightened around my neck as the sensation of our bodies colliding, rubbing against each other, nearly had me passing out.
Every touch was like getting permanently branded.
She pulled back, her eyes glazed.
I stared at her.
She stared at me.
Weird how people can communicate without saying one damn word. Saylor, slowly, pried herself from my body and hopped off the counter, then grabbed my hand and dragged me to the couch.
I followed. There wasn’t any other option.
When we reached the couch. I didn’t hesitate to pull her into my arms and fall backward onto it so that she was on top of me.
We started kissing again.
This time slower. I took my time tasting her, exploring every inch of her mouth until I thought I was going to go insane. She responded to my every touch, with little sighs.
It was killing me.
“Say…” I nipped her upper lip.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “New memories, Gabe. In this house, just you and me.”
I pushed the ghosts of Kimmy away from my mind and focused on the present. Focused on Saylor, and only Saylor, as we kept kissing. I pushed my hand against her stomach, brushing my knuckles against her ribs. Saylor gasped. I tore my mouth away from hers, making eye contact with her briefly before she tangled her hands in my hair and pulled me hard against her mouth again. Another kiss, this one stronger, hungrier, deeper. Her mouth moved from my mouth to my ear, her hot breath giving me chills all the way down my spine. I was consumed by her, each touch and kiss made it harder for me to keep clothing between us — when all I wanted was to make her mine.
My hands pushed against her bare skin, inching higher and higher, a soft moan escaped. My body cried out, and I slowly pulled back the pressure of my kiss, because as hard as it was, each kiss also reminded me that I wouldn’t be giving Saylor everything I had — because I wasn’t in possession of everything right now.
Because how could I truly take from Saylor? How could I truly give myself to her? When part of my heart was still missing?
And that was the problem.
My heart had never been engaged with other girls and one night stands. But with Saylor? I was pretty sure had I had my heart in the palm of my hand I would have handed it to her then lain prostrate on
the floor. Just hoping, begging, for her to accept it even though it didn’t look like other hearts. Even though it was damaged.
Saylor’s hands dug into the sides of my body as she moved on top of me. H-o-o-ly shit. This wasn’t going to end well.
“Say—” I was cut off by another kiss. “Saylor, we can’t. I can’t sleep with you.”
She pulled back, a smile forming at her swollen mouth, “Who said anything about sleep?”
“No.” Why the hell was my face heating up? “I mean we can’t have sex.”
Her smile returned. “Did I tell you I was going to have sex with you?”
“Well… no.” Damn it.
“So?” She leaned down until her breasts were brushing against my chest. Hell. Turn on the AC already. Great plan, Gabe. A fireplace? What was I thinking?
“So.” I licked my lips. “I’m confused.”
“You ever make out?” She kissed me softly. “Do you ever just kiss to kiss?”
“No.”