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“Fine, I’ll make you a deal,” he says. “One kiss. If you still want to go, you can go.” He leans in closer. He pushes a hair from my eyes and tucks it behind my ears, searching my eyes for an answer. “You’re not going to be able to lie your way through a kiss, Tricks.”
One kiss. One kiss and I can go. Grim will be nothing but a memory when I’m on the bus to freedom with Gabby next week. I won’t let him affect me.I can’t.
I shrug. “Sure, but I don’t see the po—” I start to say when Grim reaches over and hauls me onto his lap.
My legs straddle his strong thighs. He tangles his hands in my hair and pulls my face to his. Our lips crush together. Fuck. I knew it was going to be bad, and by bad, I mean…holy shit. It’s not just a kiss. The word alone does what’s happening a huge injustice. It’s something else. Something more.
The kiss spreads from my mouth to the rest of my body. I feel it everywhere. I feel himeverywhere. He opens his mouth, and my reaction is instinctual. I can’t help but to respond by opening my own. Our tongues meet, and it’s as if someone’s shot a gun off at the starting gate.
All bets are off. All lies temporarily forgotten.
The truth is before me, and it’s Grim and here and now.
Wetness pools in my panties, and I fight the urge to grind myself against his lap. Thunder claps overhead. Rain pours down on top of us. We claw at one another like two cats fighting in an alleyway. Angry and pent up and…fuck, he feels so good. My breasts are heavy with need and aching with a pain I didn’t know was possible. We are the only umbrellas we will ever need, and how I wish that were fucking true. I can’t make myself stop anymore, I rock against the hard length of his monstrous erection, wishing there were no clothes separating us.
“Fuck, Tricks. Yes,” he hisses. “You ever felt anything like this?”He groans into my mouth. “I haven’t. Never anything like this. Anything like you. It’s better than I’ve fucking imagined.”
“You’ve imagined?” I ask breathlessly as his mouth sucks and kisses down my neck.
“Since the alley. Before I knew it was even you. All I knew was this feeling. I tried to shove it off, but the rest of me didn’t exactly get the message. I thought of you a lot. At night. Stroking myself.”
He’s so hard beneath me. I’ve never felt anything like it. Never wanted to. But I can’t help the urge that comes over me to see it. Touch it.
“I’ve never…been kissed, or anything,” I reply hastily. “Just our accidental one. Only you.”
It’s only ever been you.