Chapter 16 #2
His brow furrowed once more and he stepped in close, making me instinctively back up until I hit the tree trunk.
“Sorry for what?” he asked with concern etched all over his beautiful face.
His hand found my bare waist, and I inhaled so sharply I gave myself head spins.
Or maybe that was just the effect Minho had on me when he was so close and staring into my soul with such unapologetic intensity.
“I feel like maybe I didn’t make myself clear.
I didn’t fall for you because you were a man, Chicken. I fell for you. This changes nothing.”
This time when he kissed me, I was lost to him.
There were no more secrets between us, and he still wanted to be with me?
I was only human, after all, and when he pressed in, with his soaked body pinning me to the tree, I forgot why I’d ever doubted him.
Us. This thing between us, it was too strong to dismiss so easily, wasn’t it?
Wait. Shit. Not all the secrets had been aired out.
“Fuck,” I whispered, turning my face to break our kiss. “In the spirit of clear conscience, I also have feelings for Tor, and we definitely kissed again this morning.”
“Also?” Minho repeated, giving me the slightest bit of breathing space while he captured my gaze again. The man was like a high--powered magnet with how effectively he held eye contact with me. “You have feelings for me, too?”
My lips curled in a smile, and I shook my head. “You know I do,” I replied in a pained whisper.
“Does he know you’re…” I nodded, and Minho’s expression turned fierce. “No wonder he’s been such a smug fuck lately.”
I bit my lip, trying not to laugh at that because this was not the time for giggles. Tor had been smug about Minho not knowing, though, so he had a valid point.
“Um, and that night Ace broke into my apartment,” I forced myself to choke out, mentally reassuring myself that this was the right thing to do, that honesty was the best policy and all that shit.
“Something happened with Ace?” Minho guessed, not sounding anywhere near as shocked as I’d expect. Words failed me, so I just nodded again, and his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “You kissed?”
I nodded again, my heart in my throat as I remembered how cruel Ace had been that night, how determined he’d been to ruin the friendship.
Minho’s hand drifted up my side, cupping my ribs as his thumb brushed over the lower curve of my breast. A deep shiver of arousal ran through me at what should have been a fairly innocent caress, but with how fraught my nerves were right now…
“More than that?” he asked softly, repeating that gesture and watching my reaction like a hungry bird of prey with a mouse in his sights. I swallowed hard and nodded yet again. Minho inhaled sharply, then swiped his tongue over his lower lip, chasing the raindrops. “How much more?”
Physical torture couldn’t make me say the words out loud, so instead I took his free hand in mine and guided it under the waistband of my rain--soaked sweatpants to show him how far Ace had gone. Minnie’s eyes flared hot as his palm touched my bare flesh.
“Really?” he breathed in surprise, his wet hair brushing my face as he leaned in closer, his long fingers stroking over me and forcing a needy whimper from my throat.
That sex dream that’d led us here had left me soaked before a drop of rain touched me, and Minnie gave a lusty groan when he discovered that for himself.
“How the hell did I not suspect? Now that I know… Fuck, Chicken, you’re not even the slightest bit masculine. ”
I laughed, unable to swallow it back with how much anticipation thrummed through me. “You’re not mad about that?”
“Fuck no,” he replied on an exhale, leaning down to close the gap between our mouths as his finger dipped inside my cunt. I moaned against his kiss, no longer self--conscious about how girly I might sound as his other hand cupped my breast and his fingers tugged at my nipple.
My body arched into his like we were no more than two halves of a whole while I kissed him with my entire soul.
In spite of all the tragic and disastrous scenarios I’d run in my head for how this conversation would go, never had I considered this outcome.
But now that we were here, I was ravenous for more.
“You have no idea how badly I wish we had somewhere private to go right now, Noah,” he whispered between kisses as he added a second finger inside me, his thumb finding my clit with almost no effort.
I trembled at the added sensation, my core tightening around his fingers as he bit my lower lip teasingly.
“I want to fuck you so bad I’m starting to lose sight of why it’d be a bad idea right now. ”
“Would it?” I gasped, finding his hard length through his rain--saturated pants. He groaned and rocked against my hand, encouraging me to continue, despite what he’d just said. “Why would it? No one is around and we’re in a blind spot, right?”
His breath hissed between his teeth as I tugged his pants down just enough to get a handhold on his cock, running my thumb over his tip and delighting at the slippery pre-cum already beading there. He wasn’t lying about still being just as turned on as when he thought I had a dick.
“Be careful what you’re asking for, Chicken,” he muttered as he dipped to kiss my mouth feverishly once more. His hips thrust forward, giving me a better grip on his erection, and I kissed him back just as hungrily.
It was foolish, no doubt, but I was past caring about consequences. “I’m asking you to fuck me, Minho. Please.”