Page 43 of Manhattan Secret

Slow testing licks that tells me he owns what he’s tasting.

I grow lightheaded with every lick.

I’m wound like a sling shot just waiting to be launched into oblivion.

“I need to feed you.” He breathes against my lips.

Mine are on fire, I can hardly take a normal breathe.

This feels like a both feet in at the deep end kind of thing.

It’s now or never, and never doesn’t appeal to me at all.

I can claim temporary insanity or just face the truth.

I want him, right or wrong and I can’t find any right except for the way he makes mefeel.

In that bathroom stall neither of us knew any better.

I know different now and so I have to admit to myself if I do this, I do it with my eyes wide open and my arms cradling the consequences.

This will change everything in my life, but it’s impossible to hold back my truth any longer.

“I’m not hungry...for food.”

The gorgeous man-boy drops his head, letting it hang low over his neck almost resting his forehead to my shoulder, his lids half mast, and he groans. “You’d tempt the devil himself—but food first, baby, because when I get back between heaven, it’s gonna be a long fucking time before I leave. There’s gonna be a lot of fucking going on, Laney. A lot, until I can’t physically fuck you anymore. They’ll have to surgically remove me from your pussy. So fuel up, because all you’ll be doing soon enough is begging for that next orgasm and the next and the next.”

Stick a fork in me, I’m incinerated.

Or horny.

Yeah, so freaking horny.

Excitement, keenness, and body-shaking stresses result in a lethal combination in the middle of my chest as my heart and lungs riot for supremacy as to which one can go nuts the fastest.

Acknowledging openly that I’m really going to let this hunger between us go from fantasy to reality is terrifying. I just want to get started before I lose my courage to logic telling me this will all end in trouble and heartache.Mine.

“Fine,” I concede. “Feed me.”

My hand in his, the last of my walls flattened to rubble, feeling him squeeze my fingers, flashing me his signature arrogance as his eyes burn heat and longing.

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Lachlan

“This mouth, Laney.” hot, hard breaths rush over her face, my own lips almost kissing hers as I work a thumb back and forth, tormenting slowly. I love how her eyes get hazy, hiding none of her arousal. “This goddamn mouth kills me. The things I want to do to it. Wanna kiss you for hours.”

I’ve never been a mouth man before… but this one, this one drives me insane.

Resisting her mouth isn’t something I can do, so I kiss her lightly.

But damn.Her mouth.

My lips can’t get enough, I ache to lick all over her, stamp my claim irrationally and pettily, so everyone will see she isn’t available for their lame attempts at flirting.

Her lips turn hungry and move a little more insistently until I have her opening up under my influence. My tongue is right there together with hers, tasting, experiencing her breathy moans for more—curling up with hers and snuggling inside.

Kissing isn’t just a prelude to fucking.

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