Page 56 of With This Kiss
She didn’t answer me right away. Then she turned around and met my eyes. “No, I suppose it wouldn’t be such a bad thing.”
And, fuck me, if I didn’t know whether she was saying this because she was still playing her little game with me, or if she truly meant it.
It didn’t fucking matter because there was a part of me—a huge part of me—that just wanted to believe her.
I cupped her cheek and held it there. When she didn’t move away from me, I leaned forward and captured her lips in mine.
She managed to utter my name once before I swallowed it.
At first, she froze in my arms.
I gently molded my lips against hers, over and over again, until it felt like we were sharing the same breath, the same space, the samesoul.
I kissed her in a way I never thought I could.
I kissed her reverently.
Desperately.
I didn’t want her to pull away from me.
The thought drove me into a frenzy, and I deepened the kiss, swiping my tongue over her bottom lip until she let out a small whimper that nearly made me come undone.
“Baby. Open your lips. Let me in,” I said, pulling away just enough to get the words out.
She didn’t open up for me. If anything, it felt as if she clamped down, denying my access to that sweet taste of hers that I had become addicted to. I pulled her lip between my teeth and gave her a small, gentle nip.
Another whimper escaped, and her lips softened against mine. I wasted no time, plunging my tongue inside.
Her taste instantly exploded on my tongue.
Fuck me.
I kissed her harder until her lips softened against mine, warm and yielding. I pulled her closer, one hand still cupping her cheek while the other slid around her waist, moving over to the hem of her shirt and sliding my finger inside.
She tensed.
I kissed her harder, not giving her a chance to think about that as I let my finger play with the softness there.
My hand wandered up.
She pressed her hand down on mine, trying to stop its progress. I kept my hand there for a bit, moving my fingers from side to side on her skin as I continued to kiss her. To devour her.
Fuck, but I didn’t think I would ever get enough of this. Of her.
I wanted more and more and more.
I needed more.
I moved my hand up until it reached the underwire of her bra.
She pulled away from the kiss then, her eyes darkening. But she didn’t stop me.
I slipped my finger underneath her bra, playing with the bottom swell of her tits—from one to the next, and back again.
Hell.
She pressed her hips down on me in surprise. I was sure she could feel my hardness like this.
