Page 28 of Bad Habit
“There’s a naked marble statue museum?”
She laughed. “That’s all I remember.”
“Made an impression, did they?”
She nodded and snuggled my jacket tighter around her.
“Are you cold? Want to get back into the car?”
“Not yet.” She turned toward me, and I dropped my arms to the side. I’d been hoping my subtle pressure on her shoulders would prevent her from turning.
“Don’t you want to look at the view?” I asked.
“I like this view better.” Her hand landed on my upper arm, so softly it was like she was afraid to make contact with more than the fabric of my shirt.
“Do you look the same?” she asked.
“The same as what?”
“Those marble statues.”
I laughed. “I doubt it. Aren’t most of those statues of gods or something?”
“I suspect you look even better.” Her hand traced tentatively upward, then down toward my elbow. “I did see you without your shirt once, remember?”
I nodded. My mouth was so dry, and every muscle in my body strained against the desire to take her in my arms, to steal her breath with my lips, to crush my aching package against her soft belly—better yet, drive it inside her.
Her hand drifted up my arm toward my neck, and her head tipped back, making it clear what she wanted. I wanted it too.
“You can,” she said softly. “It’s okay.”
“Can what?” My hands formed fists to fight against their instinct to touch her.
“You can kiss me again.” She lifted up on her toes. “Or are you still angry about how I reacted to the hotel room?” Her eyes were so worried.
Acting against my will, one of my hands unfurled to touch the side of her face, glowing in the moonlight. “Faith, I wasn’t angry. Quite the opposite. I felt terrible.”
“Then why…” Her voice trailed off.
“Why what?” I asked huskily, even though I knew what she meant.
“Why won’t you kiss me?”
Looking into her eyes, I could no longer think of a reason, not one that made sense. Cupping her soft face in my palms, I drew her lips toward mine, taking in their sweetness as softly as I knew how.
She tasted even better than she had before, started responding more quickly, and I fought to keep my shit together, but her tongue lapped against my lips and I lost my mind.
Our mouths consumed each other and my dick turned rock-hard in an instant. I wanted to be gentle, I wanted to treat her with respect, but my lips and tongue had other ideas, the latter plunging in and out of her like the rock-hard part of me was desperate to.
Fuck. I’d kissed a lot of girls in my life, I had no idea how many, but I couldn’t remember ever feeling this way, so swept away by a woman’s kiss, like she had total control of my body, my mind and certainly my dick.
Her body brushed my hard-on.
I groaned, and she gasped against my mouth. I knew I should stop this before it went any further, while I still could, but instead I let her slide against me again, and then again and again, her back undulating as we kissed, her body pressing harder against me with each pass.
I was going to come. Like a teenager getting his first female-body-to-penis contact, I was ready to fucking explode.
I pulled back from her, holding her at arm’s length. I was panting. She was panting. I could only imagine what the limo driver was doing if he was looking out the window.
