Page 73 of Apparently, I’m Torture

I turned to walk away, and he gripped my wrist, spinning me back to face him. “You were driving me crazy, Lilly, don’t you get that? But what else was I supposed to think? You left with him that night.”

His solid black gaze pushed its weight onto me as I tore my wrist out of his hand, lifted onto my toes, and put my face in his.

“I drove you crazy? Are you kidding?” I pushed my palm into his chest and he trapped it beneath his. “If I meant anything to you, you’d never have left things the way you did. You would’ve done something.”

“What could I have done? You were with someone else.”

I spluttered, trying to tug my hand free from his grip. “Anything. I was confused after that night; I was mortified that I’d left you to clean up after me, and I didn’t know how you felt. If you’d have pinned me against a wall after that, kissed me, done something, maybe this would be different. Anything would’ve been better than you pushing me away.”

“You would’ve wanted that?”

He let go of my hand and I yelled, “Yes. Obviously, you big doof.”

Then his hand was around my waist, pushing me into the wall, caging me against it. I gasped as he let go, braced his hands against my thighs, and lifted me onto him. He pinned my wrists to the wall as I struggled. My hips rolled against him; my legs wrapped around him.

His lips ran across my neck, sucking and biting as my breath came hard and fast.

“What are you doing?”

My voice was edged with anger, my skirt stretched at the seams as he pushed against me.

He bit my bottom lip, slipped his tongue in my mouth, and I moaned, quiet, frustrated, already throbbing against my underwear. I wriggled, trying to loosen his grip, but then I was riding his hardness, soft sounds slipping from me.

He pulled away, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “This was what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

I moaned as I writhed against his cock, so thick and hard in his jeans, and watched his eyes haze over with lust.

“You think I don’t want you? Lilly, I never stopped wanting you.”

Chapter 27

Shawn

Thursday Evening

Tristy’s Coffee Shop

Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I knew we shouldn’t be doing this. There was a reason I shouldn’t have pinned her to the wall, shouldn’t have been kissing her.

But Lilly was here, her legs wrapped around me, fingers digging into my hair, grinding on me. She felt so soft, so good, pushing down on me, adding more friction, her body moving faster, desperate for more.

She broke our kiss, tore off her blouse and unhooked her bra. Her soft, perky tits, her rosy nipples; were better than my fantasies–fuck. I pulled her back to me, kissed her deeper, and roughly traced the curve of her breasts, leaving marks across her skin.

After years away from her, I was starved. I wanted her, I needed her. And she was here, touching me, making me lose my mind. She rocked her hips against me, and I groaned, clutching her perfect, thick ass, my hands spanning her as she pulled and pushed herself on top of me.

I wanted more. The scent of toasted cinnamon and honey flooded me as she tugged at my shirt, silently asking me to take it off. I wanted to, I wanted to feel her skin against mine so fucking bad. But I pulled my lips from hers and firmed my grip on her waist. Her rocking slowed as she looked down at me.

“Are you sure you want this?”

The black of her eyes swallowed most of the green as she tugged my shirt again. “I do. Please.”

My control snapped. My fingers dug back into her ass, and I rolled her hips back and forth against me. She felt so fucking good. If she was naked, would her pussy soak the fly of my jeans? Would she let me play with her clit while I slid in and out of her?

I was desperate to find out.

She gasped, fingers twisting in my shirt. A small, strained sound vibrated in her throat. “I need you, Shawn. Please.”

Fuck.