This isn’t for show.
I’m unsure if knowing that makes this kiss better than all our other ones, but I don’t hold back. I fist the front of Henry’s thin T-shirt, pulling him closer to me because now that I know what this feels like, a week was too long to be avoiding him.
I can feel how soaked I am already, and if Henry’s words can cause my body to react in a manner it never has with another person before, I’m a goner.
Henry coaxes my mouth open, and I moan softly at the feeling of his tongue brushing against mine. Somehow, without breaking our mouths apart, Henry bends to lift me up, setting me down on top of the dresser. He steps between my legs, his hand slipping underneath the edge of my shirt to skim my lower back.Yes, yes, yes.I’m nearly vibrating under his touch, and I’m not sure why I thought this would be a bad idea in the first place.
I can feel how aroused Henry is, and I hook a leg around his waist, pulling him closer, feeling the smallest bit of satisfaction when the thick ridge of his erection rubs deliciously against my clit through the clothes separating us. Henry groans as I grind my hips against his, tipping my head back to gasp his name. “Henry.”
The rough calluses on his palm only make the moment more real as his hand slides up my back, his touch confident and sure as I hold him close. I want more—I need more.I reach between us, kneading my breast, causing more pleasure to spark through my body as Henry kisses my neck.
Fuck. This is unreal, except it is real.This is happening.
“That’s it,mon cœur.Make yourself feel good,” he murmurs against the sensitive skin of my throat. I love that he could call me anything in the world, and he chooses to call memy heart.
“Henry, more.Please.” The words fall out of my mouth without a second thought, followed by another breathy moan as Henry scrapes his teeth teasingly over a spot that causes my hips to jerk reactively.
“What do you need?” he asks, his voice husky as he kisses the same spot soothingly. “Tell me, and it’s yours.”
I need you. I’ve always needed you.
“Do that again . . . with your m-mouth. Touch me, please,” I struggle to say, my head spinning in delirium.
He chuckles, his hand still underneath my shirt, trailing down my side. “Here?” he asks, gripping my side, and I bite my lip, shaking my head.
My body arches when Henry scrapes his teeth again, biting gently this time before kissing the sting away.Fuck, I really like that.
“Hand h-higher,” I stutter, trying to focus on the other part I asked for, and Henry brings his hand to the front, sliding it underneath my hand still playing with myself. Through the fabric of the shirt, I can feel the warmth of his skin as he pinches my nipple. “Oh my god, yes,” I manage to say before I’m silenced as Henry threads his other hand through my hair to kiss me with so much desperation, my body sings.
I used to think gymnastics was the only thing that could make my body feel so alive, but Henry has proven me wrong.
“Need to kiss you, sorry,” he mumbles in between kisses, and I couldn’t care less what he does, as long as he doesn’t stop.
I hold onto Henry’s hand touching me for dear life through my shirt as he rolls my nipple between his fingers, and I frantically chase the high of my impending orgasm, the dresser rocking to hit the wall with the force of our bodies colliding. It’s almost too much for me to handle, but my tipping point comes when Henry wraps my hair in his fist, yanking it back, and the spark of pain mixed with the intoxicating feeling of Henry kissing me causes my body to explode into a million tiny stars as his mouth hungrily swallows my cry.
Henry shudders against me, taking everything I have to give. I sag in relief, exhaustion finally catching up to me as Henry drops his head to the crook of my neck. My chest heaves, trying to catch up on the oxygen my brain was deprived of.
Did . . .what the hell just happened?
Henry exhales shakily, pressing a sweet kiss to my collarbone. “Do you still think I’m offering out of pity?”
“I’m not sure I care,” I admit, causing both of us to laugh. He can pity me any day if it meansthathappens again. “That was . . .” I trail off, unsure how to put into words how good that was.
“Yeah. It was.” He lifts his head, an easy smile forming on his swollen lips, and I love knowing they’re swollen from kissing me. Henry looks like something out of a wet dream with his flushed cheeks and messy hair. “Did you like anything specific?” he asks, and I feel my cheeks flush.
“I liked all of it, but I think I liked when you pulled my hair?” I say, forcing myself to maintain eye contact when the idea of telling Henry exactly what I enjoyed about that entire life-altering experience makes me want to hide in my shirt.
“You think, or you know?” he asks, clearly picking up on my hesitancy, and I exhale. If I can come with all my clothes still on after dry humping Henry, I can definitely tell him what I liked about it. Holy shit, that’s a sentence I never thought would be true.
“I know I did—a lot, actually,” I correct myself, and his eyes gleam with satisfaction. I have never seen this side of Henry, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to ever forget it exists. “I liked when you used your teeth on my neck.”
“Noted. Was there anything you didn’t like?” he asks, brushing my hair out of my face.
“Nope. I liked all of it, honestly.” I smile at him, and suddenly, I feel a little silly for getting upset with him at first for offering. “I’m sorry I snapped at you. I hate that Reid put this doubt in my head, and I think I took some of my frustration out on you. I appreciate that you offered to help in the first place. I don’t want you to think I only agreed to be your fake girlfriend because I thought I’d get something in return.”
“Don’t get in your head about it, Mira. I meant everything I said.” Henry leans forward, pressing another soft kiss to my forehead.
“Would it be weird if I thanked you?” The last time I thanked him for something like this, I wound up spilling my guts about Reid. I suppose that wasn’t entirely a bad thing because it led to tonight, but it feels wrong not to thank him?
