Ardent Love: Prologue
A/N: This book's part of the Awkward Love Series and the direct sequel to Office Love (Definitely read that one before this one if you haven't, yet.) The other stories in the series are Gym love, Fleeting Love, and Record Love and all four of these make up the AL Series. While you don't have to read the other installments to read this story, you should consider it anyways; doing so greatly enhances the experience!
I pressed my lips against his, hoping to feel something other than the uncomfortable bulge of his belt pressing against my left thigh, my fingers slipping through his dark brown hair only to fall to his shoulders. And with that, I finally opened my eyes, wincing upon the realization that I wanted to get his attention but hadn't bothered to remember his name.
"Eric?" the man asked, rolling his hips against me despite my clear stillness.
And even as my body pushed back consequently, reacting to the pressure of his exploratory hands, all I could do was stare at his light blue eyes curiously, wondering why they weren't intensely staring at me—they were too light for my liking. They were beautiful, of course, but that didn't seem to matter. Suddenly, it didn't feel right. A shaky breath left my quivering lips before I could stop them, hitting him across the face just as his hands stilled across my back.
"Yeah?" I replied, locking eyes with his lips. Now that I was here, I finally realized they were the only reason I'd agreed when he coaxed me into coming over to his place. They'd felt so rough against mine at first, sensually captivating me with the promise of revisiting faint memories. I'd loved his lips and the rough stubble that surrounded them, grazing across my skin softly, sensually, but all I wanted now was to leave.
He scratched the back of his head, sliding his fingers across my waist while pushing my shirt further up, leaning forward before leaving chaste kisses against my chest. They were soft, affectionate even, yet when I arched my back that was simply to stare at the roof, the entire experience moving painfully slowly. "I want you so bad," he murmured against my skin, pulling a light moan from my quivering lips as his rough hands set a tightening grip over me. "Do you want me?"
I nodded my head dumbly, not even processing the question before wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him into a heated kiss. And for a split-second, it felt fine.
"Do you want me?" the man repeated against my mouth, moaning appreciatively when I tugged on his bottom lip with careful teeth, chuckling before nodding my head once more.
"Let me hear you," he coaxed and I tensed immediately, the words striking deeper than I'd expected.
"I do," I whispered, frowning as his lips found my neck, leaving soft kisses against tender skin.
"That's not enough," he murmured huskily, nipping at my skin while pulling me closer. "Beg."
My hands were shaking at my sides, nothing around me quite in focus as I tried to come up with a proper response. There were too many people flooding around, attendants announcing incoming flights and luggage rolling across smooth, patterned tiles. I still didn't understand why he'd waited until we were back at Los Angeles to talk. And yet here we were, staring at each other from across the table of an overly-expensive food place he'd spotted within LAX, and somehow miles away from each other as well.
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