Page 85 of I'll Look for You, Everywhere
But then her fingertips hover next to my cheek, slowly, as if testing whether I’ll run. Never again, Magdalen, I want to say. I only ran because it would scare you how badly I want to stay. I blink slowly, my chin dipping in a short nod, hoping she can see what I’m too afraid for her to hear. She sighs, still looking at me with those beautiful doe eyes. The worry dissolves as her fingertips graze my jaw. I release a breath, my head leaning into her palm.
‘Magdalen,’ I whisper.
‘You’re scaring me,’ she answers, but she’s smiling.
‘Why?’ I lick her cheek, basking in the warmth of her body.
‘I’ve never seen you this way.’
‘You’ve never seen me at all,’ I correct. ‘But I’m okay. I tend to overthink a little sometimes.’ But I’ve seen you, I want to add.
‘I’ve seen you since the moment Titziana Benedetto asked me if she could fuck you,’ Magdalen says, and I’m caught off guard by the memory of uncomfortable sex in that car. Trying to recall that scene, it scares me when I can’t remember her there. Why would Titziana ask her? I feel sick knowing she knew what was happening that night.
‘I threw up after that,’ I confess, the words slipping out before I have time to hide them away.
Her smile disappears, replaced once again with concern.
‘Why?’
‘I... I never wanted to have... I just—’ I take a deep breath. Try to balance the throbbing in my dick with the awful memory of the smell of stale fast food in that car. Her perfume that reminded me of my grandmother. ‘I wasn’t ready and I did it anyway.’
‘I’m sorry you felt you had to do something before you were ready to.’
Every time she speaks, I feel it on my skin.
Swallowing hard, I open my eyes to find hers pouring into mine. Emotion swirls in the dark green and I grimace at the idea of her pitying me for fucking someone at sixteen. ‘I don’t want to talk about Titziana,’ I say, my hands wrapping about her hips tightly, needing to feel as much of her as I can before I have to let this fantasy go. My head leans into hers and the feeling of her hair brushing my neck is enough...
Hasn’t it been obvious, Magdalen? I want to shout. Don’t you know I’ve touched myself to the thought of you?
My fingers trace her neck and she sighs. The sound alone is enough to make my hardness increase tenfold, painfully pressing against my shorts.
My lips brush against her jaw and my hands slide down her body. I grip her ass through the thin fabric, squeezing her closer to me. A groan bubbles in my throat, the feeling of her body against mine is beyond any fantasy. She arches closer towards me until our bodies are flush against one another and I push my hips into hers, wanting her to feel, for her to know she has the control.
My hands slide up her spine to grip the back of her neck, forcing her to look at me. Teeth grazing her cheekbone. A deep hum of pleasure escapes her and I’d do anything to hear that sound again.
I break away for a moment to look at her. Her lips are parted, her pupils wide.
My lips devour hers in one fluid motion. She freezes at first, not expecting the intrusion, but within seconds her lips soften, opening for me, kissing me back. My fingers wrap in her hair, gripping tightly. The fullness of her lips is intoxicating. I can’t help myself; my teeth bite her bottom lip and I stifle a moan. My legs are moving before I realize as I blindly settle between her open thighs.
‘Theo,’ she moans, and I almost come at the sound of my name from her mouth.
‘Since the moment I saw you in the grass.’
She laughs again and when her mouth opens I kiss her again, wanting her laughter to be a part of me. Her lips instinctively part, allowing me entrance with no hesitation this time, and her tongue brushes against mine.
Holy fuck, I think. It’s never felt like this before.
Her hands travel down my chest, fingers gliding across my bare stomach. I press closer into her, needing her to touch me. Magdalen moans and it sets my skin ablaze. I swallow her kisses, devouring her mouth until it is swollen and marked by me. Kissing always felt like a stepping stone, to get what I really wanted. But as I grab her face to bring her closer to me, I realize I want to claim her, brand her with myself, the same way she’s branded me.
Heady silence falls between us as my tongue dips into her mouth to find more, feeling like more will never be enough. There is hunger in this kiss, and she responds with equal demand, looping her fingers into the belt buckle of my shorts, drawing me in. I grind into her, aching for relief from the pressure that begins to build at the bottom of my spine. She breaks the kiss, breathless and blushing. Searching my eyes, she extends her hand, from my belt to the front of my shorts, cupping my hardness between her fingers. I inhale sharply, the slight contact enough to send me over. She looks down and then back at me, eyes glossy. As she goes to reach for me again, I grip her wrist and turn it over, planting a light kiss on her palm. If anyone is going to touch first tonight, it’s going to be me.
45
MAGDALEN
He’s everywhere. One moment I was asleep outside and now, here I am, having almost-sex with Theo Sinclair. Alassio is a fantastic city.
‘I want to feel you,’ he whispers as he grips my wrist, stopping me from touching him. His eyes are dark and impenetrable, and I know there is nothing I can say for him to change his mind.
