Page 178 of Cerulean Truth
“Doyouwant to do it again sometime?” he asked, his voice unexpectedly soft, suddenly devoid of all anger.
I blinked, completely taken aback by the sudden shift in his demeanor. “What?”
“Doyouwant to do it again sometime?” he whispered, his tone almost sweet, making my entire body shudder in anticipation
“I uhm, I do… don’t …. I’m not… I am…I just…” I stammered, my words stumbling over each other incoherently.
"We're going to need a verb in there somewhere," he said, a playful smile now gracing his lips as he took a step closer.
His mood swings will be the death of me.
"Oh, shut up. I don't hear you offering any coherent explanation." My tone was sharp, attempting to mask my own confusion.
"Because I don't have any."
"I don't believe you; I mean... clearly there's..."
"Yes?" he encouraged, invading my space further as he moved closer.
"Clearly, there's something..."
"Something?"
"Never mind," I mumbled, my resolve waning.
"Something like what?" he pressed, now standing so close I could feel his breath on my forehead.
"I don't know... Something between us?"
"Are you asking me or telling me?"
"Both?"
He held a thoughtful silence for a moment.
"... yes."
I looked up at him. "Yes, what?"
"Yes, there is clearly something between us."
"Oh... well, thanks for clearing that up," I snapped impatiently, trying to pull away, but he firmly held my arm in place.
Then, he leaned in, tenderly caressing my bottom lip with his thumb. "Something real," he whispered, his words almost palpable with their quiet intensity, making my stomach dip.
He locked his gaze with mine, his eyes searching, intense, as if trying to unearth something hidden deep within me. Whatever he found made his lips curl into a slow, satisfied smile before he leaned in, brushing his lips softly over mine, igniting a tremor that rippled through my whole body. He pulled back just a fraction, his eyes scanning my face for a reaction, and I knew he saw it—saw the warmth of desire flushing my skin, felt the heat radiating from me, the passion coiled and ready to erupt.
His smile deepened, almost smug, before he closed the distance again, this time with a searing kiss, full of intent. I responded with an intensity that seemed to take him off guard, making him lose his balance for a heartbeat. I locked my arms behind his neck, pressing my body against his, needing more of him, all of him.
He groaned, his tongue teasing at my lips until they parted, inviting him in. His hands slid down to my hips, gripping tightly as he pressed the hard proof of his arousal against me, sending a shiver down my spine. I took his bottom lip between my teeth, biting gently, and felt him smile against my mouth.
He pulled back just enough to murmur against my lips, his voice low and rough, “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
Before I could reply, his kiss grew more insistent, demanding, and I matched his intensity, finally giving in to the pull I’d been holding back. I let out a soft moan, a sound that seemed to unhinge him completely, his breathing growing ragged as his hands began roaming over me, possessive, as if he needed to feel every inch of me at once.
“You taste absolutely incredible Emma,” he murmured, his voice rough with raw need. “I don’t think I can hold back anymore.”
My head spinning, I managed to trail my thumb along his cheek, catching a moment to breathe as his gaze held me captive, fierce and unrelenting. The sheer intensity of it made my knees weaken, every defense I thought I had crumbling. I wasn’t made to resist this man.
