Page 70 of Stolen Kisses
She turned when I walked in and her face broke out into a warm smile.
I backed off my jacket allowing it to fall to the floor as I strode my way to her.
She walked to me too, looking like she was floating. Floating on some cloud straight from God and his angelic hosts.
I was reminded of the day I’d first met her. The white blonde hair was the first thing I saw, and then those eyes—so beautiful. Then she changed into more than that.
We didn’t speak, I just reached for her and kissed her. Kissed her the way I’d always wanted to and more.
This was the girl who’d made a guy like me jump from A-Z without thought. I just did it, because I wanted her. I made big life decisions because I wanted her.
Big life decisions that honestly could get me killed. It wouldn’t be the first time I lost my mind over this woman, over all the kisses that were stolen from me.
Stolen kisses.
Stolen moments.
I wanted them all back.
I kissed her like we were made for each other. Our mouths alive with wet heat. Heat, and the rawness of my need for her and hers for me.
Her responding to my touch eagerly as I caressed the contours of her perfection, her perfect body.
She stepped back out of the kiss and looked at me.
“Don’t tell me to stop.” I warned, because I had no intention of listening if she did.
“No, I just want to look at you. I just want to forget everything and look at you.” she smiled.
“Look all you want later.”
She giggled when I reached for her again, cupping her face as our lips met in a hot slide.
Instantly I wanted to take her and claim her perfect body, renewing my possession of this angelic beauty.
Each kiss sent electricity through my veins. Merciless and hungry.
I picked her up and carried her over to the bed, stripping her naked so I could kiss every inch of her.
Then I had to look at her too, her naked in the center of my bed bathed in the soft glow of the amber nightlight mixed with the moonlight.
From where I was looking, my eyes scanning over the flat, taut plane of her stomach, the delicious mounds of her breasts and the perfection of her, I’d never seen a woman sexier than her.
My damn ass was in love with her from the very first time I saw her and I hadn’t even known.
That was it. I thought of myself as this guy who knew so much and yet I didn’t know the reason why I could decide so effortlessly when it came to her. It was because I loved her.
I loved every inch of her inside and out—that hair, those eyes, those lips, her tight, pert nipples, her flawless beauty.
Everything. Body, mind, and soul.
Now she was mine.
All mine.
Mine to hold and protect. Franco could send the whole fucking cartel after me.
Let him come. He hadn’t met me yet and God help him when he did.
