Save Him

Chapter 44

His hand strokes my naked back in a rhythmic way causing a tingly sensation at the spot of connection of our attached skins. I've nuzzled in his chest listening to his heart pulsing slower by the second. His breathing slows too as his chest moves up and down gently. We're tangled up in my bed covered in sheets in the afterglow of our love-making. He hasn't said a word, though, and neither have I. I lock my eyes relishing the peace I couldn't have a few moments ago.

My finger draws lines in his chest, unconsciously, and the usual feeling of blazing yet addictive quiver sends a shiver all over me. His hand stops its movement as he raises it in my head burying it in my hair. The light tugging and playing with my strands burst and wake a feeling that was possessing me earlier. I bite my lip hiding my head in his neck.

"I think that was our best time," I giggle at his whisper letting my finger wander on his skin before looking up.

"There hasn't been that many times,"

"Yea," He chuckles at my words. "The first times you were tensed and I don't know..." His voice trails off slowly. "I felt like this time you wanted it more," I bite my lip.

"I needed it," I whisper and his eyes fall in mine. His finger raises, gently, my chin and his lips lock with mine.

"Me too," He admits upon my lips. He caresses my cheek with the back of his fingers. "What didn't you say something?"

I lower my gaze from his. "I just...I just thought that we may needed time,"

"We didn't need time," He says and I bring my eyes at his darkened ones once again. My lips part to speak but he does. "I don't blame you for leaving like that," My eyebrows furrow in confusion; I was sure he would be angry. "I'm sorry," He mutters; a feather of bittersweet apology echoing in my ears. "I'm sorry I made you leave like that,"

I disconnect our eyes feeling my heartbeat spiking with each second of his intense and penetrating gaze. My finger continues its travel above his velvet skin. His fingertips have been encircled by my strands as he plays with my hair, silently, as if he can get lost in it.

"I got scared," He confesses as he hides his face in my hair, after a few quiet moments. "The thought of you leaving me, filled me with dread. You are the one thing, I can't afford to lose; not now, not ever,"

His apology melts me; my heart flaps as butterflies explode in my stomach. I lean up and placing my hand on the right side of his face, I crash my lips on his. His tongue pries it was into my mouth blasting a new wave of overwhelming sensual emotions in me. His hands grip my hips pulling closer to him as his chest starts waving with air rapidly. One of his hand escapes and gets trapped in my hair filling me with goosebumps. I put more pressure on our connected lips and my whole body ignites in the way that has only happened with Corbyn. He rolls us over so that he's on top of me having his hands on my waist.

His passionate kissing leaves me panting. I bite my lip and let my eyes closed for a few seconds relishing all those feelings he graces me with each time our bodies attach. I look up and find my angel smirking down at me; pride creeping into his sparkling blue eyes. He leans down and brushes his nose in mine.

"I love you,"

"I love you," I mutter too. He rests his forehead on mine; breathing in; me the moment, the aroma of us together. I regard the artistic way his eyelashes throw shadows on his sharp cheekbones making him look so attractive.

"Corbyn,"

"Hmmm,"

"I know we will figure it out, but my college choices..." His eyes fly open, and his thumb stops my lips in midsentence.