Read Online Unmarked: Sean's Story (Chosen #4) by Alisa Mullen - Free Book Online
Authors: Alisa Mullen
Ads: Link
briefs on? Sound good?” I peered into Aoife’s eyes. I would not take advantage of her. She wasn’t a one night fuck and that was the thing I had struggled with all fucking night long. One moment, I wanted to get under her skin and bliss out there. Another moment, I wanted to ask her all about her life and maybe punch her arm as a buddy. But this – this game of “what will you take off for bed?” was arousing, comfortable, and real.
I pulled off my jeans and we both got under the covers. Because it was a twin bed, we had to lie sideways in order to fit. Arms were awkward at first. I moved mine to her side. She placed hers in front of her in a pretzel fashion. I pushed my pelvis up to her back. She stayed still on the outside, all organs inside in a frenzy of carnival rides. It was living. It was fear and boundaries and want. No needing something or someone – just being as two bodies in a twin bed in an empty apartment.
“Fuck it,” I said. I wrapped my arm around her waist and snuggled my face into her cinnamon butter hair that smelled foreign. She was a special woman. This cuddle was different from any other I had ever felt. I knew it when her complete body relaxed back into mine and I could feel her body level out with her thoughts.
I fell asleep pretty quickly. I can’t speak for Aoife but if she didn’t, she was as comfortable as a warm down comforter. I never wanted to wake up.
But I did and then she put Lizzie on the brain and I thought about my next move. I wouldn’t be a douche bag but I wasn’t up for talking about love or jealousy. I was up for that cuddle. I looked over to the light bulbs. They looked drab. I looked at her picture. It wasn’t a very good one and it looked old.
“You going? Yeah?” Aoife asked.
I didn’t fucking know. Was I leaving? I think I was but then thinking about being in bed with her was right, too. It made me rethink everything I normally did with women the next morning, if it ever went that far. I turned around in the bed.
“You have to promise me something, if we are going to be friends, Aoife,” I demanded by looking into her eyes to reiterate my desperate request.
“Anything,” she whispered.
“You will stop talking about Lizzie in front of me. She and I are old friends. She is married and happily. I will not hurt anyone by the way I have felt. They are my own feelings to deal with, not yours. Are we clear?”
She nodded her head as she let out a ragged breath. I think she wanted me to say that. It was like she was obligated to bring it up so that she knew I wasn’t emotionally available. The hell of it was I had wanted to be emotionally available for so long and no one had cared about that piece of me. They could take my body, my jokes, my talent, my attention. No one ever wanted my feelings. In that moment, I was beyond positive that if she and I continued to see each other, she might one day own that part of me.
“Okay, but I want to clear something up as well,” she started. Confident Aoife was back as she smiled brightly at me and then down to my shirt, covering my colorful chest of art.
I lifted an eyebrow and smirked at her. “Yes?” I drew out the word in a rugged and husky voice.
“Well, two things, really.” She pointed at one finger. “If we are alone behind closed doors, you aren’t allowed to wear a shirt…like ever.”
Her eyebrow lifted and I chuckled as I tore the shirt back off.
“And number two?” I prompted.
“You have to kiss me now.” Her voice was small again and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard another person say.
I fully leaned over and took her jaw into my hands. “Don’t” on one hand’s knuckles took her right side of her face and “Quit” on the left knuckles took her left side. Her eyes poured something into my hands and it radiated up through my arms to my throat. I couldn’t swallow as I watched her lick her lips before I gently pressed mine against hers.
She took the back of my
I pulled off my jeans and we both got under the covers. Because it was a twin bed, we had to lie sideways in order to fit. Arms were awkward at first. I moved mine to her side. She placed hers in front of her in a pretzel fashion. I pushed my pelvis up to her back. She stayed still on the outside, all organs inside in a frenzy of carnival rides. It was living. It was fear and boundaries and want. No needing something or someone – just being as two bodies in a twin bed in an empty apartment.
“Fuck it,” I said. I wrapped my arm around her waist and snuggled my face into her cinnamon butter hair that smelled foreign. She was a special woman. This cuddle was different from any other I had ever felt. I knew it when her complete body relaxed back into mine and I could feel her body level out with her thoughts.
I fell asleep pretty quickly. I can’t speak for Aoife but if she didn’t, she was as comfortable as a warm down comforter. I never wanted to wake up.
But I did and then she put Lizzie on the brain and I thought about my next move. I wouldn’t be a douche bag but I wasn’t up for talking about love or jealousy. I was up for that cuddle. I looked over to the light bulbs. They looked drab. I looked at her picture. It wasn’t a very good one and it looked old.
“You going? Yeah?” Aoife asked.
I didn’t fucking know. Was I leaving? I think I was but then thinking about being in bed with her was right, too. It made me rethink everything I normally did with women the next morning, if it ever went that far. I turned around in the bed.
“You have to promise me something, if we are going to be friends, Aoife,” I demanded by looking into her eyes to reiterate my desperate request.
“Anything,” she whispered.
“You will stop talking about Lizzie in front of me. She and I are old friends. She is married and happily. I will not hurt anyone by the way I have felt. They are my own feelings to deal with, not yours. Are we clear?”
She nodded her head as she let out a ragged breath. I think she wanted me to say that. It was like she was obligated to bring it up so that she knew I wasn’t emotionally available. The hell of it was I had wanted to be emotionally available for so long and no one had cared about that piece of me. They could take my body, my jokes, my talent, my attention. No one ever wanted my feelings. In that moment, I was beyond positive that if she and I continued to see each other, she might one day own that part of me.
“Okay, but I want to clear something up as well,” she started. Confident Aoife was back as she smiled brightly at me and then down to my shirt, covering my colorful chest of art.
I lifted an eyebrow and smirked at her. “Yes?” I drew out the word in a rugged and husky voice.
“Well, two things, really.” She pointed at one finger. “If we are alone behind closed doors, you aren’t allowed to wear a shirt…like ever.”
Her eyebrow lifted and I chuckled as I tore the shirt back off.
“And number two?” I prompted.
“You have to kiss me now.” Her voice was small again and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard another person say.
I fully leaned over and took her jaw into my hands. “Don’t” on one hand’s knuckles took her right side of her face and “Quit” on the left knuckles took her left side. Her eyes poured something into my hands and it radiated up through my arms to my throat. I couldn’t swallow as I watched her lick her lips before I gently pressed mine against hers.
She took the back of my
Similar Books
