Read Online Losing It: A Collection of VCards by Julia Crane, Stacey Wallace Benefiel, Alexia Purdy, Ednah Walters, Bethany Lopez, A. O. Peart, Nikki Jefford, Tish Thawer, Amy Miles, Heather Hildenbrand, Kristina Circelli, S. M. Boyce, K. A. Last, Melissa Haag, S. T. Bende, Tamara Rose Blodgett, Helen Boswell, Julie Prestsater, Misty Provencher, Ginger Scott, Milda Harris, M. R. Polish - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Julia Crane, Stacey Wallace Benefiel, Alexia Purdy, Ednah Walters, Bethany Lopez, A. O. Peart, Nikki Jefford, Tish Thawer, Amy Miles, Heather Hildenbrand, Kristina Circelli, S. M. Boyce, K. A. Last, Melissa Haag, S. T. Bende, Tamara Rose Blodgett, Helen Boswell, Julie Prestsater, Misty Provencher, Ginger Scott, Milda Harris, M. R. Polish
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mouth follows the same path, kissing me gently on the curve of my neck, his hands stroking my shoulders, his touch sending warm shivers down my arms. He takes my hands and braces my palms against the door, holding me there, his lips brushing over my skin as he works up to my ear. I feel like I might melt under the warmth of his tongue, and my eyes flutter shut and my mouth opens as I burn for more.
I hear a moan and realize that it just came from me.
He takes a step back from the door, his arms around me and bringing me with him, his cheek pressing against mine. His body moves close to envelop me, his scent surrounding me like a summer rain.
We stand just like that for what feels like forever, with my back pressed up against his hard chest and his arms holding me close. He keeps planting kisses along my neck, my jaw, my earlobe, and back again. Little sparks shoot through me as his fingers travel along the line of my collarbone and then lower…lower to unbutton the top button of my blouse.
I try to remember to breathe as he undoes the next button. And then the next, slowly, so slowly like he’s savoring every second of undressing me. His fingertips trace a feather-light path to the next button, leaving tremors in their wake that’ll surely shatter me to pieces. I resist the urge to just tear through the remaining buttons, to take his hands and press his palms against my skin so I can really feel him. But he continues to hold me captive in his embrace as he slowly slides my shirt off my shoulders. His lips press against my bare shoulder blades as his fingers slip under the straps of my bra to draw them part of the way down. Finally, finally, he peels off my shirt the whole way, the fabric hitting my floor like a loud whisper.
I turn to around to face him, my hand lifting to touch his cheek, a tiny part of me not quite daring to believe that he’s actually here. His hands circle my waist, and I slide my hands under his shirt and up against his hard abs, finally getting to savor the feel of him. My breath comes quicker, my own heat rising to match his as I push his shirt up. I press my hands against the muscles of his chest, feeling his heartbeat, strong and rhythmic and beating for both of us, before I pull his shirt up and off the rest of the way.
He leans down and touches his forehead to mine, his eyes closed and his warmth radiating out from him and into me.
“Hope,” he murmurs. “You heard what they said tonight. You and I are the same. I don’t think we need to worry anymore about….” He hesitates, but there’s no uncertainty in his tone.
I breathe out, finishing his unspoken thought. “…dying. I know,” I say with just as much certainty.
His smile comes out of nowhere, and when he looks at me, I catch myself searching for signs of darkness like I used to, when he used to constantly battle the hunger of his deimos . I can tell it’s still there, but Micah’s different than he used to be, and I’m different than I used to be too.
“I love you,” I say. “Every part of you.”
The expression in his eyes is already soft, but it grows even more so after I say this. I feel like I do when I use my powers to run as fast as I can through the crowded city streets or to sprint over the surface of water – sure of myself, but a little reckless too. Because we’re going to have sex, because we’re breaking the rules. Because I’ve already taken so many chances with everything – my life included – and this is the person I love most. I thought I’d be more nervous when this time finally came, but I’m not because this is Micah. The boy that I love and who shares part of my soul.
I might as well be flying with him when he encloses me in strong arms again and lifts me up. He walks with me toward my bed, lying me down on top of my covers and lowering himself so his body is next to mine. His kiss is sweet and wanting, and it ignites my growing heat into something that burns so much deeper. The
I hear a moan and realize that it just came from me.
He takes a step back from the door, his arms around me and bringing me with him, his cheek pressing against mine. His body moves close to envelop me, his scent surrounding me like a summer rain.
We stand just like that for what feels like forever, with my back pressed up against his hard chest and his arms holding me close. He keeps planting kisses along my neck, my jaw, my earlobe, and back again. Little sparks shoot through me as his fingers travel along the line of my collarbone and then lower…lower to unbutton the top button of my blouse.
I try to remember to breathe as he undoes the next button. And then the next, slowly, so slowly like he’s savoring every second of undressing me. His fingertips trace a feather-light path to the next button, leaving tremors in their wake that’ll surely shatter me to pieces. I resist the urge to just tear through the remaining buttons, to take his hands and press his palms against my skin so I can really feel him. But he continues to hold me captive in his embrace as he slowly slides my shirt off my shoulders. His lips press against my bare shoulder blades as his fingers slip under the straps of my bra to draw them part of the way down. Finally, finally, he peels off my shirt the whole way, the fabric hitting my floor like a loud whisper.
I turn to around to face him, my hand lifting to touch his cheek, a tiny part of me not quite daring to believe that he’s actually here. His hands circle my waist, and I slide my hands under his shirt and up against his hard abs, finally getting to savor the feel of him. My breath comes quicker, my own heat rising to match his as I push his shirt up. I press my hands against the muscles of his chest, feeling his heartbeat, strong and rhythmic and beating for both of us, before I pull his shirt up and off the rest of the way.
He leans down and touches his forehead to mine, his eyes closed and his warmth radiating out from him and into me.
“Hope,” he murmurs. “You heard what they said tonight. You and I are the same. I don’t think we need to worry anymore about….” He hesitates, but there’s no uncertainty in his tone.
I breathe out, finishing his unspoken thought. “…dying. I know,” I say with just as much certainty.
His smile comes out of nowhere, and when he looks at me, I catch myself searching for signs of darkness like I used to, when he used to constantly battle the hunger of his deimos . I can tell it’s still there, but Micah’s different than he used to be, and I’m different than I used to be too.
“I love you,” I say. “Every part of you.”
The expression in his eyes is already soft, but it grows even more so after I say this. I feel like I do when I use my powers to run as fast as I can through the crowded city streets or to sprint over the surface of water – sure of myself, but a little reckless too. Because we’re going to have sex, because we’re breaking the rules. Because I’ve already taken so many chances with everything – my life included – and this is the person I love most. I thought I’d be more nervous when this time finally came, but I’m not because this is Micah. The boy that I love and who shares part of my soul.
I might as well be flying with him when he encloses me in strong arms again and lifts me up. He walks with me toward my bed, lying me down on top of my covers and lowering himself so his body is next to mine. His kiss is sweet and wanting, and it ignites my growing heat into something that burns so much deeper. The
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