21. I Am Definitely Dead and in Heaven
Ron
I throw our bedroom door open.
I don't know which of us is pushing the other, I just know that our bodies are fused together in a desperate tangle of arms, short breaths, and pure, incendiary need. We stumble inside like two drunks. I kick the door shut behind us.
Slam.
The sound is immediately swallowed by the sound of our mouths crashing together again.
I push her against the hard surface of the door.
My hands slide frantically over her hips, lifting her just enough to wedge her tighter against me.
Her fingers dig into my hair. Then she pushes me.
We do a messy, animalistic 180-degree spin, ending up slammed against the paneled wall next to the wardrobe.
I kiss her with a hunger that scrapes my throat. My teeth graze her lower lip, I bite it gently, tugging on it, and she gasps, opening her mouth to let me deepen the kiss. Our tongues seek each other out, tangle, challenge each other in a dance that is anything but gentle.
Suddenly, Selene pushes her palms flat against my chest. She breaks the kiss, panting, her chest rising and falling at a frantic pace. Her raven hair is a mess, her cheeks are flushed a gorgeous red, and her lips are swollen and slick.
"Okay," she pants, holding me a hand's breadth away with trembling fingers. "But this is just to relieve tension. Don't get any crazy ideas, Willers."
And, without even giving me the physical time to process the sentence, she dives right back onto my lips, kissing me with a ferocity that categorically denies every single syllable she just spoke.
A smile spreads across my lips right against her mouth. I slide a hand to the nape of her neck, holding her, while the other hooks around the curve of her waist.
"We both know that's not true," I murmur against her mouth, brushing my nose against her skin. "You just can't resist me."
I feel her breath catch for a fraction of a second. She pulls back just a hair, ready to blast me with some biting insult, but my eyes are locked on hers. And I see it. I notice that tiny, traitorous little giggle she is fighting with everything she has to hide. Her defenses are crumbling.
I was right. She's a softie deep down. A gorgeous, stubborn, tender-hearted girl hiding beneath layers of cynicism and dark clothes.
I take advantage of her moment of weakness and start kissing her again, tilting my head to taste her deeper, absorbing that hidden smile.
Selene lets out a frustrated sound, halfway between a moan and a growl. She grabs the collar of my t-shirt, pulling me away for the umpteenth time, her eyes narrowed into two dark slits.
"You realize you are this close to losing your chance to have sex with me, right?" she threatens, and her low, husky voice sends the blood pounding straight to my groin.
I shift my hands, sliding them slowly up her sides to plant them flat against the wooden wall, right beside her head, trapping her in my space.
"I have no intention of being compliant just to convince you to have sex with me," I tell her. "And, above all, Selene... I have absolutely no intention of lying to you and saying I'll let you go after tonight."
I watch her eyes widen imperceptibly.
And it's the truth. I'm not going to pretend I won't want her again. Life is short, fragile, and so fucking unpredictable. What we just went through out there, even if the killer turned out to be nothing but a stupid TV stunt, is glaring proof of that.
As my words settle in the air between us, I clearly see something cross her eyes.
It's a lightning-fast flash. A crack. A strange expression. But it vanishes almost instantly. Her expression shifts, going back to cold, haughty, untouchable.
She lifts her chin, challenging me.
"Well..." she murmurs, her voice steady but dangerously close to a whisper, "then I have a feeling you're going to be very disappointed."
I lower my face until the tip of my nose brushes hers.
"Challenge accepted, Moon Goddess," I whisper, flashing the most confident, stubborn smile I have. "Let's see who wins."
A second later, her mouth is on mine again.
It's a rough, hungry kiss, stripped of any compromise.
My tongue slides against hers in a brazen, dominant dance, while her lips press against mine with an urgency that knocks the wind out of me.
Her hands slide up my neck and bury themselves firmly in my hair.
She grips it. She yanks it hard, tilting my head back.
God... I fucking love it when she pulls my hair.
The jolt of pleasure is so sharp, so sudden, that I absolutely cannot hold back a grunt.
Hearing the sound, Selene can't hold back a smile, which blooms against my mouth.
I'm not the type to keep score, but... at this point, I think we're definitely tied, one to one.
I can't hold back anymore. I lift her entirely off the ground, anchoring her to me. She instinctively crosses her ankles behind my back, and I start trailing hot, wet kisses down the curve of her neck.
My hand rests on her hip, then slowly slides up her ribcage until it grazes the soft side of her breast.
I missed this, fuck. I missed her breasts... I love them.
A low, broken whine slips past her lips. It's the sexiest fucking sound I've ever heard.
I press her harder against the wall. With her wrapped around my waist, my rock-hard erection presses unmistakably right between her thighs. I am marble. Hard, burning up, and desperately craving all her attention.
Selene rolls her hips. A slow, grinding movement that drives me insane.
"Do that again," she gasps, her voice husky and heavy with need.
"Do what?" I murmur against her skin. I grip her hips with both hands and thrust my pelvis up again, grinding my erection against her core. "This?"
She lets out a confused sound, halfway between a nod and a wet, whimpering moan of pure assent.
"See?" I gently bite her earlobe. "How could you even think about never wanting to do this again?"
Selene pants, tightening her grip on my hair. "If you keep talking like that, I might just come to my senses and back out, new-cowboy."
Hmm.
The provocation stops me. I pull back slightly, pulling away from her neck just enough to look her in the eyes. My hands stay anchored to her waist; I stare at her with absolute intensity.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Selene? Because this is your cue to come to your senses and stop me. Because like I told you... I have no intention of—"
She closes the distance and shuts me up, pressing her lips forcefully against mine again.
"Talking? No, Willers. I hate talking," she whispers a millimeter from my mouth. Then, her lips curve into a brazen smirk, and this time she makes zero effort to hide it. "Didn't you say there are a couple of specific occasions when you actually manage to shut up?"
My blood roars in my ears. This woman is the death of me.
I push her arms up, pinning her wrists flat against the wall above her head. She arches her back, leaning into my touch, exposing herself completely to me.
I lower my face, barely brushing her full, sensual lips with mine.
"I just want to make sure you really want this," I murmur.
She answers by wrapping her legs tighter around my waist, locking me into an iron grip that drags me straight to heaven. Then she sinks her teeth into my lower lip.
I groan. It's a raspy sound, born of pain instantly melting into liquid pleasure.
"You still haven't answered me," I remind her, licking my lip.
"And you are still talking," she shoots back, her dark eyes burning with challenge in the dim light. "I might hate you a little less if you used that damn mouth for something else."
"Oh, yeah?" I whisper in her ear. "And what exactly would you like me to do with it?"
Without waiting for her answer, I tilt my head and move my mouth to the thin cotton of her t-shirt. I bite down on a nipple and suck it right through the fabric.
God... I love that she's not wearing a bra.
I feel the tight little bud of flesh harden. I suck harder, wetting the spot, making the fabric cling like a second skin around the perfect, swollen peak of her breast.
"Holy shit," she hisses, arching her neck back.
"So..." I mumble against the wet cotton, "are you willing to admit you want it?"
I start to pull away, easing the pressure of my lips.
"Yes," she gasps desperately, squeezing her knees around my hips.
I smile. "See? Was that so hard?"
I move to the other breast. I capture the swollen nipple through the shirt and suck it into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, gently biting it with my teeth.
"I hate you, Willers," she pants, her voice breaking into a deep moan.
I nibble on the soft flesh of her breast, trailing kisses up her cleavage. "We both know perfectly well you're lying, Selene."
I grind the rigid tip of my erection against her wet core, and the high, husky moan torn from her lips tells me, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she doesn't hate me at all.
"I would hate you a lot less," she pants, "if you'd be a good boy, get on your knees... and use that mouth for something else."
Christ.
This woman is going to make me lose my fucking mind.
I can't take it anymore.
I carry her over to the bed and lay her down carefully.
I step back just a bit, standing right beside the mattress. Her hair is spread out exactly like I dreamed it would be, and she looks gorgeous.
It's impossible to resist her, unthinkable to look anywhere else.
I run my tongue over my dry lips.
"Now, be a good girl and strip for me, Selly."