Page 59 of Damaged Mogul
“Because I couldn’t.”
My brain doesn’t have time to compute his admission. Gage’s mouth crashes against mine.
Oh.
My.
God.
I moan into the kiss.
My insides flutter as if a swarm of butterflies were taking flight.
My hand lands on his muscular chest.
His lips grow more demanding by the second. He forces his tongue inside my mouth. I welcome the intrusion. His tongue swirls with mine in a passionate dance—you’d think I’ve never beenkissed before. I match his ardor, tongue stroke for tongue stroke. The taste of strong liquor indicates he’s been drinking tonight.
How long was he at the club before approaching Cesar and me?
With each heartbeat, the fieriness of the kiss creeps up to dangerous levels, threatening to scorch my body.
I lose my balance, as my legs go wobbly, heat swelling between my pussy lips.
He tightens his grip around my waist, fusing our bodies together as he deepens the kiss.
An intoxicating charge shoots straight to my clit.
“Fuck, Lily.” The gruff voice I’m used to is as soft as a caress. “Do you feel how hard you make me?” He tilts his hips up, pressing his impressive bulge into me.
Mother Mary.
The man is huge.
“Oh.” That’s the most I can muster up right now. My mind is racing, trying to piece together how we went from duking it out to him pressing his cock against me.
He’s unrepentant when he takes possession of my lips again.
His first kiss was intense, but this smoldering-hot make-out session threatens to make me lose my freaking mind.
What a departure from what I’m used to.
Our tongues tangle and swirl, intertwined in a sexy tango.
It’s as if his mouth is savoring mine.
It’s hot as fuck.
I hold onto his arms to avoid drowning in his kiss.
With a hand pressing against the small of my back, he brings my body flush to his. With a feral grunt, he grinds his rock-hard cock against me.
Heated lust rushes through my veins.
My clit tingles with need.
I tilt my hips, seeking salvation.
The height difference makes it awkward, but that doesn’t stop me.
