He watches me with fire in his eyes, burning rapidly with desire. I gently push him back and grab his shirt's hem, attempting to pull it off him. He takes the lead from me and moves my hands.
I'm taken back, unsure what to make of his pushing my hands away. The doubt almost has time to take over, but before it can, he leans in closer again, still on top of me, and he's tracing a finger along the bottom hem of my top and trailing behind his hand with his tongue to my skin. My eyes don't leave him, and I watch intently. Consumed by him, yet also slightly confused.
He pulls back when he notices my slight shift and leans into me. His body is directly over mine, and our faces are almost touching. I can feel his dick still rock hard through his jeans, pressing against me.
"Via," he rasps my name, voice gravel. I let out a quick breath that I didn't realize I was holding at the sound of hearing him say my name with such passion. He runs his thumb back and forth along my jaw, watching my breath hitch with each stroke before he speaks again.
"I... I-I can't do this." He says with a sigh as his hand falls from my face and his forehead presses to mine.
"W-What!?" I blurt out, confusion and embarrassment painted clear across my features, I'm sure. I push him back to look into his eyes.
"Ander?"
"I only had you once, and we were kids then," oh shit, where is this going. He places a finger over my lips to silence my mind, not just my mouth.Well played, that is a smart move.
"I have dreamed about being with you like this again for over six years." He kisses my lips but doesn't deepen it because he pulls back before there's a chance. He kisses my neck right below my jaw just as he pulls himself off of me a bit to where he's hovering over me again. "We can't do this. Not like this."
He retreats completely, standing now facing away from me. Sexual tension and pure frustration radiate from him. He courses his hands over his face and then through his hair as he begins to pace the floor.
I scoffed as I sat up on the couch, pulling my knees to my chest. Here I am, trying to reopen myself to this man, only to be shut down. A tear rolls down my cheek, and I quickly swat it away as the embarrassment and feeling of rejection sink in deep.
"This was a bad idea," I say, frustrated, as I stand off the couch, pushing past Ander. He grabs my wrist and spins me back into him so we are facing each other. Shaking his head softly to disagree with me, his eyes meet mine, and the sadness wrapped up in the caramel depths is apparent. He doesn't speak a word.
"Asking you to come over. . . I didn't ask you to come over here forthis. Maybe you should—"
"Don't finish that damn sentence!" He growls in a low murmur as he wipes away the tears from my cheeks.
"You just admitted you can't do this either. Just go!" I scream as I push at his chest with both hands. Like the wall of fucking muscle that he is, he doesn't flinch an inch.
Bastard.
His jaw ticks, and his eyes flutter close for a split second before they're back on me, piercing into me. He steps toward me, but I hold a hand up to keep him back. He ignores it and pushes my hand away as if it doesn't even phase him.
"I will not be just your fucking hook-up!" His voice is firm and cuts through me as his touch does the same. He places his hands on my shoulders, stilling me in place as he stares into my fucking soul. "Do you hear what I'm saying, V?"
"Loud and clear, now let go of me and leave Ander. This was a mistake!" The sobs are racking my body, and I can't control the shaking of my limbs.
He pulls me to him, and his scent envelopes me as does his warmth, and I feel a sudden comfort. However, I'm too upset and embarrassed to give a shit. I continue to fight his hold, which goes unphased and only pisses me off further.
"I'm not letting you go, damn it. Don't you see?"
"See what, Ander? See what!?"
"That I'veneverlet go of you. I can't let go of you, even when I've fucking tried." His voice is soft as he whispers the words directly into my ear. He pulls me in impossibly closer, and I forfeit my protesting and give in to his embrace as the tears continue to fall.
"You're it for me, Via. You always have been, and god damn it, as much as I want to, I don't want you to give me your body."
I pull back, looking into his eyes again, searching for the words his mouth holds back.
Ander lets out a sigh before continuing.
"I don't deserve to enter your body until I've put in the work to earn your heart and your love first," he says, placing his hand onmy chest just above my heart. "I'm not here to get inside of that perfect pussy; I'm here to get back to my home inside of your heart."
Following his explanation, my sobs cease, and my heart flutters at his words. He cups my chin, forcing me to look back up at him, wearing that drop-dead, handsome, devilish grin.
"Oh, you damn smooth talker," I say, chuckling softly and rolling my eyes playfully. Every part of my body softens against him, fitting into his hold like I was made to be there.
Because I was.
