My August
-- EXCERPT: “Kiss me, August. Please…I want to know what it feels like,” she whispers. Fuck she’s making it hard for me in more ways than one. Her fingers trail up my chest and brush my chin. I hesitate, conflicted by my feelings. This is so wrong. But as Lu’s lips part slightly, her eyes on my mouth, I can’t resist any longer. She’s forbidden fruit, but I would rather go to hell than not taste her. I lean in, and my mind is a haze when her breath kisses my skin, and then I press my lips to hers. She’s soft and so fucking warm. Like the sun. I’m kissing the sun. I’m Icarus, warned not to fly too close to the sun but too damn exhilarated not to. Like him, I’ll fall to my death, but if these are my last moments of euphoria, I’ll take it. She lets out a moan when I deepen the kiss, and soon, my tongue is exploring her mouth. She is even more delicious than I imagined. She’s hesitant at first, unsure, but then she gets the hang of it, the heat between us intensifying to boiling point. The movie fades to the background as I grip her waist, pulling her closer. I’m growing impossibly hard in my sweatpants, but when I drag her into my lap, and she gasps at the contact her wet heat makes with my erection, it’s the wake-up check I need, and I pull away abruptly. “Fuck, Lu. No!” I move her off my lap and stand, staring at her while trying to get air back into my lungs. Her lips are swollen as she holds a trembling finger to them. GIVEAWAY! Comments are closed.
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