29. Konnor #3
My eyes move to Black Beauty, then around the bar as everyone surrounding us suddenly pulses back to their own business.
“Fuckers,” I mutter. I look at her again. “Do you wanna go for a long pointless walk with me?”
She smiles. “Yes.”
I’m so consumed by being with her again that I don't even remember leaving The Grill, but we’re strolling silently, hand-in-hand like we did a few weeks ago when we were strangers.
I want to tell her how much last week sucked, how much it felt like my world was caving in, but she doesn’t need that right now. “Where are you?”
She stops. Blinks at me. “What?”
“Mentally.” Releasing her hand, I turn to face her. “I didn’t come here to invade your space. I just wanted to see you. I want to give you what you want, but I’m going to keep an eye on you from now on.” I laugh. “Keep those fuckers away.”
“I don’t want any more space.”
Stuffing my hands into my pockets so I don’t fucking grab her, I take a single step closer. “Less?”
“Less.”
I take another step.
She smiles up at me, her eyes lengthening into that feeling. “Can you talk? I don’t know what to say.”
I brush her hair from her face before cradling the back of her head.
“I know you think that I don’t want you—for you.
For the woman you have become. But you’re so wrong.
I do love Liz, but I fucking adore the person she has become, just as much, just as intensely.
” My eyes trace the curve of her nose to where her lips part on a soft exhale.
“You have become an incredible woman, Blesk.
You're so talented. So funny. I love that you mock me when I get jealous and act like a psycho—”
She lifts a brow. “Like five minutes ago.”
“Yeah…” I grin. “I love the way you press your tongue between your teeth when you smile. How your giggle comes from your throat. That is all Blesk. I noticed. I saw you.”
Her lower lip trembles.
“I love that you eat a hotdog with two hands. That when you listen to music your fingers move as if mapping the chord progression in the air. I love that you’re terrible at puns.
I love that you check me out and don’t try to hide it.
” She gasps when I pull her into me, pressing her chest against mine so I can feel her heart racing.
“I love you, Blesk,” I declare, again. “It’s insane, but I fucking love you. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember.” I wipe a tear from her cheek and watch as she processes my words. “Don’t cry.”
“What if…” She swallows, and glances at her feet. “You feel differently when you get to know me more?” Her eyes return to my face. “What if I disappoint you?”
“I’ll help you bury the bodies.”
She blinks once. “What?”
“I’ll be your alibi.”
She giggles. “What?”
“I’ll put you in rehab.”
“What are you even talking about?” Amusement lifts her voice to the sweetest pitch.
No way could she disappoint me, but I’m not going to challenge her on this. “If you turn out to be a serial killer, or a thief, or a drug addict, I got you.”
She sighs into a smile. “What if I turn out to be something worse than those things?”
What’s worse than that? Nope. I don’t care. “We’ll work through it together, Blesk.”
She looks straight through me then. For a moment, my heart drops. I wasn’t lying; I think I can manage stalking her, and not touching her for a while… A small while. Elise’s voice echoes in my mind: ‘fucking psycho.’ Sure, sure. That’s true.
“Are you going to kiss me already?”
My heart lifts right back up. “You don’t want to take me out to dinner first?” I clear my throat.
She glares at me above a grin.
I look at her lips. Blood roars through me.
Need to claim those lips. I caress the nape of her neck, holding her nervous gaze.
I guide her towards my mouth, savouring the moment—her breath, the subtle way her scent lifts to me…
Then I kiss her. Lips around lips. Tongue meeting tongue somewhere in the middle. Yes.
My arms tighten around her waist, pulling her onto her tiptoes, our lips crushing together, her entire body melting against mine.
I notice everything. My every sense focuses on her, her body surrendering, her mouth soft and hesitant, letting mine guide her, her delicate, almost broken moan—all of it.
She tastes as good as I thought she would. Nothing has ever felt this right, this good, and nothing ever will. Her lips were meant to be on mine.
My cock jumps, and I groan. Slowly, I explore the curve of her lower back and the arch of her perfect arse.
Fuck. I squeeze her arse and press her into my erection.
The parts of me that say, ‘slow down,’ are fucking drowning in the parts of me saying, ‘eat her alive.’ I deepen our kiss, dipping my head and showing her the depth of my yearning.
I trace the pronounced curvature of her spine, revelling in the feel of her quivering beneath my touch.
My breath is lost somewhere in her mouth, hers is in mine.
She is stealing my air, my sanity, and any hope I had of being her stalker and not her lover.
I’m crazy, irrevocable, undeniably obsessed with this woman.