I bite my lip and try to bring those feelings under control. I want him to know more about me. My past. But I can’t do that if my brain is filled with lusty thoughts.
I shift around to face him, making sure the lights above us illuminate my face so he can see my mouth. I open my mouth to speak, but close it again, unable to find the right words to start this conversation.
Taking a deep breath, I brush the tip of my thumb in circles on his palm.
Nor sighs, her focus leaving the starlit sky and shifting to me.
“What’s wrong?” I sign, slowly so she can follow my movements. She has been getting better at it, when we aren’t too distracted by fooling around.
She raises her hands and the front of her dress shifts, displaying the soft swell of her breasts peeking through a purple lace bra.
Shit. I can’t stop staring. I flex my fingers and swallow hard. She’d better spit out what’s bothering her. I’m about bursting and seriously, her boobs are just calling to me to bury my face in them. The last two days being away from her have been pure torture. She was already scared after her dad’s threats, so I didn’t want to add more pressure. But now, I want to make up for lost time.
She waves a hand in my face and points to hers, scowling, but I can see a smile lurking behind that cute expression.
“My face is up here, jackass.”
“I can’t help it.” I grin at her and wink. She swats my shoulder and laughs. I really wish I could hear the sound of her laugh. “So what’s wrong?”
“Do you ever feel as though your life is not enough? That there is more out there? You want more?”
I blink back the lust crowding my vision, reminding myself to be a little bit patient.
“What do you want?” Jesus. Would she smack me if I took a bite on that pale skin peeking out on top of her dress?
She bites her bottom lip between her teeth, still frowning as if she is deep in thought. “I want the moon.”
I would give her the fucking galaxy if she’d look at me the way she did earlier today when our gazes met across my room. I’ll never forget the desire on her face as she watched me jerking off. I felt embarrassed for like three seconds. Then I noticed the quick rise and fall of her chest and realized that she was just as aroused as I was. .
I sigh and shift on the seat to adjust the front of my pants to accommodate my dick. Looks like dry humping will have to wait. This girl has the power to make me sprout a boner in the span of a few seconds. “Yes. I feel that sometimes. There is so much out there for us to explore. I can’t wait to do all those things with you.”
She doesn’t say anything for several minutes.
“My father is a heartless asshole.”
Those words rip me out of my thoughts about boners, tits and conquering the world with Nor by my side.
I agree with her completely. Her father a gigantic douche, who can’t seem to appreciate how amazing and strong his daughter is.
I graze her cheek with my knuckles and nod for her to continue.
MY HEART IS RACING FAST at my confession. I’ve never said those words out loud because I’ve always been scared he would somehow know what I said and bring his wrath down upon me.
Cole’s eyes are fixed on my mouth, waiting for my next words.
“My father never wanted to marry my mother. He never wanted me. Us.”
He blows out a long breath and pushes a lock of hair off my forehead. “Why do you say that?”
I wipe my clammy palms down my dress. “Because he confessed it to me one night when he came home drunk.”
His arms tighten around me, his body tense.
“My parents had been having problems for as long as I could remember. I used to feel like if I was strong enough for both of them, they wouldn’t fight so much. Maybe my dad would come home from work every night, instead of going away for days. At one point, my mother got off kilter and went down a dark hole. My bed time stories weren’t made of princes saving princesses from evil step-mothers or high towers. They consisted of Mom and Dad fighting, or sometimes, when my mom was high on her medication, she would cook dinner. Then she’d tuck me in bed at night and tell me how she and Dad met when they were nineteen. Her ballet career was on the rise. But apparently my dad swept her off her feet and she couldn’t see anything beyond him. They were engaged shortly and then got married. Mom was pregnant with me. According to her, he was in love with another woman. She knew when they met, but she chose to stay with him anyway. She was hopelessly in love with him and hoped her love for him would be strong enough to make him see her.”