Free The Undesirable (Undesirable Series) by S. Celi Page B

know they will. They’ve got to.” Fostino brushed my hair out of my face and his lips found mine once again.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

    This time, no alarm from a Hologram Watch stopped us. Fostino kissed me deeply for a few moments, knocked what remained of the orange on the floor, and pulled me down so my back angled between the arm of the loveseat and the cushion. My left hand framed his face and held his chin to me as I returned every single caress. His lips tasted sensuous and it stirred the pit of my stomach. Irresistible. I wanted him. 
    “Oh, wow,” I breathed. My heart quickened.
    “Oh, wow is right. It’s getting late, Char.” Fostino smiled and stood up. I wondered how many girls at school he kissed this way and how far he had gone with someone else. He held his right hand out to me.
    “Wait. What? You’re leaving?” I asked as I took his hand and stood up.
    Fostino molded his body to mine and cupped the nape of my neck. He fixed his eyes on mine. “Do you want me to?” He kept his voice soft.
    “No,” I admitted. The answer surprised me. I glanced from him to the Murphy bed and back again.
    Oh. My. God. Would we have sex?
    “Good,” he said in an even tone and leaned in to kiss me some more. So wonderful. So sensuous. So right.
    Before I knew it, Fostino pulled me to the unfolded bed. This time the kisses came with a force— he wanted something. He rolled me around on the bed so he lay on top of me. His lips brushed my forehead, my eyebrows, my left cheek, and the tip of my nose. I hung on to the collar of his shirt.
    While we kissed, my mind raced faster than a hamster on a cage’s treadmill. It happened very fast; it all seemed so alluring. I was like an alcoholic with the world’s best wine bottle open right in front of me. I wanted to go down this road. I wanted to submit to the moment and lose myself in the fantasy.
    Then I saw flashes of my mother.
    I remembered the men who floated in and out of her bedroom; I thought about the money they left on the table. I remembered the way they sometimes yelled drunken curse words at her. All of it swirled through my head with such force that when Fostino pushed the hem of my black dress to the top of my skinny thighs, I pulled away from his embrace and put my hand on his chest to stop him.
    “I can’t.” I shook my head.
    “You can’t.” He held his head arched above mine.
    “It’s too much,” I said, and he rolled off me. I bit my lip. “I won’t. Not like this. Not right now. I don’t know—”
    “Okay,” he said, and sat up. I listened for disappointment in his voice and thanked God when I didn’t hear it.
    “It’s so complicated.” I put my hand on my forehead, more embarrassed than I had ever been. 
    “Try me.” Fostino reached over and cradled my neck.
    I focused on the popcorn ceiling and took a few breaths. I willed my blood not to boil. I forced my stomach to stop twisting in knots.
    “It’s stuff with my mother,” I admitted. “I just never… I never want to be like her.” Fostino still watched me. “She, well, she had so many men,” I stammered. “She made me sick. All the time. Everyone knows she got paid for—”
    “Sex?” he supplied and raised one gorgeous dark eyebrow.
    “Yes.” I flushed redder than a tomato. Fostino nodded and pursed his lips.
    God, how embarrassing.
    “I know you’re not your mother.” Fostino balanced his head on his left arm and looked into my eyes. “Can you trust me at least about that?” Fostino looked so handsome, so mysterious, so safe, and so dangerous all at once.
    “I trust you. I think,” I breathed. I traced my index finger along his jaw. “I want to trust you.”
    “Good,” he whispered before he leaned down and his lips found mine once more. One kiss turned into five, then ten, then twenty. Fostino’s hand slid to my side; his fingers skimmed over the black dress before they squeezed my hip as the moment deepened. His tongue circled as his lips pushed against