Chapter Three
Lincoln
"Okay," she whispers.
I close the distance, claiming her mouth with my own and finding myself completely lost in the feel of her lips against my own, the scent of her overpowering even that of the bonfire.
I open my mouth, sliding my tongue against her bottom lip. I'm dying to know if she's going to let me deepen the kiss and find out how she tastes.
*I bet she's sweet, like vanilla or a peach,* I think as she makes this soft mewling sound, but instead of keeping my mind from wandering further south, it sends a jolt of desire straight to my groin, making ALL of my thoughts head right in that direction, with no chance of a detour in sight. I try to discreetly adjust myself and then lean more towards her, not wanting her to feel my growing erection as I deepen the kiss. I groan at her taste, one that I can’t even begin to put a name or flavor to because it is so uniquely her.
I bury my hand in her hair, still keeping the other against her cheek with my fingers splayed over her thrumming pulse.
She releases another moan, and I immediately pull back. Even though I desperately want to take things further—correction, my *cock* desperately wants to take things further—I actually want to get to know her and take things slow with her.
*Slow?* I think, realizing what I'm thinking, *half an hour ago, I didn't even have an interest further than fucking a girl, and now I'm thinking about getting to know her on a more personal level and taking things slow? What in the hell has gotten into me?*
"Raleigh..." Her name comes out as a groan as I rest my forehead against hers, "Fuck..."
"Did I do something wrong?" She asks, pulling away and crossing her arms around herself, suddenly looking insecure.
"Wron—," I shake my head and reach out, cupping her cheek once more and making her look up at me. "Raleigh, you didn't do *anything* wrong, I swear."
She bites the corner of her bottom lip and looks away, her attention on the people around the fire as she says, "Then what is it? Is it me? There's something wrong with *me* isn't there?" When she looks back at me, she has tears in her eyes, and my chest aches at the sight.
"Raleigh," I chuckle, not because it's funny, but because she's so fucking cute.
"No, I'm not." She shouts, standing up quickly, her tear-filled eyes shooting daggers at me. "If you weren't feeling it, all you had to do was say so. But," she hesitates for a moment, swipes her fingers beneath her eyes, and then shakes her head back and forth, "fuck it, and fuck you, Lincoln."
She begins to storm away from me, and I sit there stunned for a whole second, trying to figure out what the hell just happened before I shake myself from my daze and go after her.
"Raleigh," I call as I come up behind her, grasping ahold of her elbow and stepping in front of her. "What the hell?"
"Don't patronize me." She snarls, but the strong act that she's trying to put on fails when two tears fall from her eyes, leaving twin trails down her pink cheeks.
"Patron—" I look at her, taking in her hurt expression, the tears, and her guarded demeanor and all I come up with is that I'm confused as fuck about what happened. "Raleigh, I'm not trying to patronize you. You didn't do anything wrong."
I take a step towards her and when she doesn't take one back, I chance another, surprised that I’m actually chasing *after* this girl instead of hightailing it in the opposite direction as quickly as humanly possible considering that she’s kind of acting off of her rocker.
Without another thought, I take another in her direction, and then another, continuing until there is no longer any distance separating us.
I cup her cheeks with both of my hands and wipe away the trailing tears with the pads of my thumbs. "Raleigh, I pulled away because I wanted to fuck you. I *still* want to fuck you."
She chuckles, but it doesn't sound humorous at all, more like disbelieving. Then, she runs her fingers through her hair and shakes her head, her brows drawing together as a cute little indent forming between them, "You want to—, huh?"
I chuckle, grinning down at her. "You are so cute," I blurt before I get the chance to stop myself. The statement causes her to once again pull away, and if looks could kill, I would be a goner.
"Cute?" She snarls the word, her voice venomous, "Cute? That's...Fuck you! You patronizing asshole!"
"What the hell?" I reach out to her, catching her shoulder, but she shrugs me off. The little feel that I was able to cop, lets me know that she is trembling with anger—as if the heat in her eyes weren't enough of an indication regarding her ire towards me at the moment.
"Just..." Her chest heaves as she releases a groan, "Leave me alone, Lincoln." She snaps, her fists clenched at her sides.
"No." I snap back.
"What?"
"You heard me, no," I quickly close the distance, and then, cupping her cheeks once more, I claim her mouth with my own. She opens her mouth to protest, and I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss and eliminate any fight that she may try to put up.
She quickly melts into me, her arms wrapping around my neck. I wrap my arms around her lower back, pulling her tighter against me, and then lower them to her ass. I squeeze the firm, round globes, and she moans against my mouth, then surprises the hell out of me when she jumps up and wraps her legs around my waist.
We stand there in the middle of a field party with people all around us, but the only person that has my attention is the girl wrapped around me.
When she pulls back, we're both breathless and she's no longer looking at me like she wants me to rot in hell, thank fuck.
Instead, she's looking at me with those green eyes of hers that just seem to pull me in in the first place. They hold a trace of confusion, but for the most part, I see desire looking back at me.
And I feel it too.
"I pulled away because, as badly as I want to fuck you, I want to get to know you more." As I tell her this, I'm watching her closely to gauge her reaction.
"You called me cute," she huffs, her bottom lip poking out in a pout.
Unable to resist, I nip it with my teeth, making her groan.
"I called you cute because I think that you are." Before she can get mad, I'm quick to continue, "I also think that you're sexy as fuck and a phenomenal kisser. You're quirky, seem to have a bit of a temper, and I can't wait to find out everything about you."
She unwraps her legs from around my waist and I help her until she's steady on the ground. When she looks up at me, she's smiling, thank fuck.
"You actually like me?" She asks, sounding bashful all of a sudden.
"That's your takeaway from all of that?" I ask, running my hands up and down her arms. Goosebumps cover her skin and I curse myself as I realize that she's also slightly shaking. "Fuck, you're cold. Come on." I tell her, threading my fingers through hers once more, and then lead her back over towards the fire. "And to answer your question, yes. Fuck knows why, but I like you."
"I like you, too," she says, cuddling up closer to me as we stop in front of the flames. The heat instantly hits me in the face, but Raleigh's no longer shivering, and at the moment, that is the only thing that matters.
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