Page 35 of Feral Touch
Ren’s mouth brushed mine, soft and sweet. My eyes fluttered shut. The kiss was innocent, chaste, but his mouth was so warm, so hot.
He flicked his tongue along my upper lip, seeking entrance.
I froze.
Ren must have noticed my body tensing up, because he pulled away, confused. I don’t know what he saw when he looked at me. I wasn’t sure myself which one of a thousand emotions was flashing across my face.
His expression held a trace of concern before he gave me a soft smile. “It’s okay, Ivy.” He started shifting back to the other side of the sofa.
My heart clenched. Was I really going to turn him down?
I grabbed at his arm, keeping him from moving. He stilled and watched me carefully. I ducked my head to avoid his stare and felt myself blushing.
“I’m worried,” I whispered.
“Worried about what?” His voice was so soft.
About you,I thought.About us.
I didn’t know what the two of us were. It was too early to have the ‘where is this relationship going’ talk—we weren’t evenina relationship.
And that was the problem.
Rock stars don’t date nice girls.
Mark’s words had been echoing in my head non-stop. I glanced up, meeting Ren’s eyes for a brief moment. They were kind, patient.
No. Ren couldn’t possibly be like that. As different as he was now, he was still the Ren I knew from back home. He was still the boy who waited to drive me home after our music lessons, who lost his somber expression during the brief moments when we talked. He was still the boy I’d fallen for but never had a chance to tell.
Losing Ren the first time had been devastating.
I wasn’t going to lose him again.
I took his hand, twining his fingers with mine, and tugged him toward me. My legs were tucked up underneath me on the sofa, the hem of my dress inching up my thighs. He cupped my cheeks, forcing me to look at him. This time he saw no hesitation. I wasn’t worried anymore. I wasn’t scared or nervous.
He ran a gentle thumb across my bottom lip, following it with his eyes. Did he know how much of a tease that was? I wet my lips unconsciously, catching a quick taste of his skin. He breathed in sharply, eyes narrowing with heat.
This time my hand moved to his face, cupping his cheek as I rubbed my thumb along his lips. I traced the lines of his mouth, inching closer. My hands were trembling. I tried to focus on his eyes, but I just couldn’t ignore his lips so close to mine.
Then his lips found mine again with a light touch. They brushed together in a gentle rhythm. I sighed into his mouth.
His hands settled on my sides, fingers spread out along my ribcage, just barely brushing the edges of my bra. His hands were so big that it felt like he could encircle me completely with his grip.
I moved without any input from my brain, reaching up and placing my hands around Ren’s muscled shoulders, pulling him close. His fingers tightened around me for a moment before he slid down from my sides to my hips, thumbs caressing the valleys of my hipbones.
The hem of my dress had bunched around my waist as wandering hands made their way down my hips to the tops of my thighs. I inhaled deeply, my breasts pressing against his chest. I couldn’t stop the slight rock of my hips. I curled one hand around the back of Ren’s neck, forcing him closer.
Seeing Ren hovering above me, feeling him pressed against me, was hotter than anything I’d ever experienced. My breathing got faster, heavier.
He explored my body, the fabric of my dress a barrier between us. He deliberately avoided sensitive places, but his hands were everywhere—cupping my cheeks, caressing my shoulders, stroking my stomach.
My nipples peaked visibly through the fabric of my dress, drawing his attention. He brushed over them with his thumbs, wringing a gasp from my lips. I couldn’t stop the squirm of my hips at that light touch.I was a writhing ball of desire, unable to think. I wanted more. Ineededmore.
I sat up, surprising him. With one fluid motion I tugged my dress over my head.
Ren seemed taken aback for a moment. I settled down, reclining against the arm of the sofa and bared myself to him clothed only in a bra and panties. I thought I should feel embarrassed, wondering what he thought of my body, but the blatant hunger in Ren’s eyes erased all thoughts of shame.
He touched me with reverent fingers, eyes following the path of his hands, drinking in every exposed inch of me. He cupped both my breasts gently, caressing in circles, sending a thrill throughout my body.
