Page 21 of Dreaming at Seaside
He clutched her wrist and held it against the door, kissing her neck, and loving the way she breathed harder with every touch of his lips. Her eyes fluttered closed.
“You’re so beautiful, Bella. You drive me crazy.”
He took her in a rough kiss, trying desperately to thwart the urge to take more than he should. He drew back again and stared into her dark, hungry eyes. She licked her lips, and he kissed her again, slowly, sensually, memorizing the feel of her mouth against his. Holding her to the door with his hips, he just had to taste the soft skin of her belly.Just one taste. Lifting her dress, he kissed his way across her taut stomach, feeling her body tremble with need. He closed his eyes for a beat to try to restrain the need that gripped him. Like kissing Bella, one taste of her would never be enough, but he knew nothing short of making love to her would be enough, and with his son so close, he forced himself to stifle the urge to throw her on the bed and make love to her.
He sealed his mouth over hers again. He had no business kissing her like she was his world, or intimately exploring her body, when she might never be willing to give him what he needed, but he was powerless to walk away. He’d already committed, even if she hadn’t.
He forced himself to tear his lips away from hers.
Eyes still closed, she said, “It’s not a date.”
His lips curved into a smile, and he whispered, “Not yet, it’s not.”
