Page 124 of The Bet
But not with her.
“I have a stupid confession to make,” he said, staring at her as she stared straight back, defiant, and sexy, and driving him wild.
“A confession?” She shifted on the desk, dropping her arms down, making him even more aware of her body, that neck, those shoulders. The second skin.
A hunger burned deep within him. His need for her like nothing he had known before. “I want to kiss you, Laronde.”
“Are you asking for permission?”
“I’m asking what you would do if I did.”
She licked her lips again. “Why don’t you try it, and see?”
And that did it. He stepped forward, and her arms went around his neck, like in a reflex action, taking him by surprise.
His hands skirted around her slim waist and their mouths smacked together, hard and wet and desperate, tongues joined together like Sumo wrestlers in a ring. He couldn’t help but slide his hands along her sides, feeling, touching, exploring, blood pumping through his body like a raging river. His hands skimmed over that second-skin-gym-gear she had on. She was hard, and slim, with not a roll of fat on her body, and he’d hardened further. It would be a killer to keep that under control because he hadn’t had sex in months.
The drought was real.
She moaned, soft and low, her moan caressing every muscle inside him, touching his body like a lightning rod, igniting sparks all along the length where they were joined. She walked, backwards, their lips still sealed together like hot molten candle wax as they stumbled and staggered towards the bed.
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Jeez.
She could only think of his favorite word when he had turned up at her door; she’d only been thinking of him for the entire week.
And now he lay on top of her, on her bed, giving her long, sensual kisses, partly satisfying the need that had been tunneling through her for the past few weeks.
They pulled apart, and stared at one another. It was a strange sensation to be inthisposition, doingthis, instead of having one of their usual verbal sparring sessions.
“I was wondering how long it would take you to make a move,” she said, and watched the surprise flicker from his eyes to his lips.
“You were waiting?”
She gave a nod.
“Why didn’t you say so, Laronde? If I’d known, I’d have jumped you sooner.”
She rolled her head back and laughed, and felt his lips on her neck, felt his soft kisses all over.
“You didn’t live up to your reputation.”
He lifted his head. “And you can be scary sometimes.”
“Scary?Me?”
“Daunting would be a better word.”
He’d found her daunting? This sex-god, this walking, talking hard-on on legs, had found her daunting?
Incredible.
“It was after you went on the Women’s March, and what you said about it, the reason you had gone. After that I was scared to open my mouth around you in case I said the wrong thing.”
She was taken aback that he had actually listened to what she said and taken heed. That he’d actually had to think before he opened his mouth. “Then my work is done.”
“And my work is just beginning,” he rasped, and before she had a chance to work out what he meant, his mouth dipped to her shoulder and he planted a kiss there before he trailed his lips slowly up her neck, and along her jaw, a flurry of tiny kisses before his mouth settled over hers and he gave her a slow and sexy French kiss. Her toes curled, and a fire spread from her stomach downwards. She arched her back in appreciation, heat rushing through her body as she shivered at his touch. They kissed for the longest time, driven by lust and want, eager, and hungry. It reminded her of the first time she had discovered how to kiss, when the newness of it had made her want to do it over and over again.
