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I can’t help smirking at him as I pull back so we can breathe. He looks a little dazed and I think I like that look on him. Any time I can throw him off balance, I like doing it. Not moving away, I watch his face. I can tell that he means it, that he didn’t mean for his emotions to get to me, I can also feel his heartbeat and how much he wants this. Is it really so bad? We’ve gotten past our hate, some, and we’re getting along.
“At least you weren’t projecting that you wanted to kill me, I guess I can deal with you just wanting me.” I pull him down for another bruising kiss, nipping at his lip. ”I don’t mind, I’ve been thinking about that night too.” It’s hard to admit but if he can do it so can I. He’s probably the only one who understands me anyway. ”Just don’t expect me to roll over or anything.” I give him a teasing grin. ”Well, not that way.”
There’s more kissing. Groping and more kissing. My burger went over the roof at some point, and I couldn’t care less. He tastes good, and he wants me. Really wants me, and I’m not sure what to do with that other than bask in the warm of his body, his mouth and his emotions. I might not be able to feel them as strongly as he does, but I can feel them when I try hard.
By the time we come up for air, I’ve got rooftop gravel digging into my ass, my knees, and my back hurts. I want more, but I”m not about to drop my pants out in the open like this. “We should go home. Want you bad,” my voice is rough when I say it. And I know he can feel the need flavoring my few words.
