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Chapter 20
Slowlyclosinghiseyes,heleanshisfaceintomytouch,andhisbreathhitchesinhisthroat.Reachingupwithmyotherhand,Irunmyfingersintohishair.Ilovehishair.Hissoftmoanisbarelyaudible,andwhenheopenshiseyes,hislookiswary,likehedoesn’tunderstandwhatI’mdoing.
SteppingforwardsoIamflushagainsthim,Ipullgentlyonhishair,bringinghismouthdowntomine,andIkisshim,forcingmytonguebetweenhislipsandintohismouth.Hegroans,andhisarmsembraceme,pullingmetohim.Hishandsfindtheirwayintomyhair,andhekissesmeback,hardandpossessive.Histongueandmytonguetwistandturntogether,consumingeachother.Hetastesdivine.
Hepullsbacksuddenly,ourcollectivebreathingraggedandmingling.Myhandsdroptohisarms,andheglaresdownatme.
“Whatareyoudoingtome?”hewhispers,confused.
“Kissingyou.”
“Yousaidno.”
“What?”Notowhat?
“Atthedinnertable,withyourlegs.”
Oh…that’swhatthisisallabout.
“Butwewereatyourparents’diningtable.”Istareupathim,completelybewildered.
“Noone’seversaidnotomebefore.Andit’sso—hot.”
Hiseyeswiden,filledwithwonderandlust.It’saheadymix.Iswallowinstinctively.Hishandmovesdowntomybehind.Hepullsmesharplyagainsthim,againsthiserection.
Ohmy…
“You’remadandturnedonbecauseIsaidno?”Ibreathe,astonished.
“I’mmadbecauseyounevermentionedGeorgiatome.
