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He locked his hands together at the small of my back and pulled me in closer to him until our faces were a mere centimeter apart.
“Kiss me,” he said.
“You’re really thinking about kissing right now?”
“Oh, I think about kissing you every moment of my day. Hell, I think about more than just kissing you. I think about the way your pretty little cunt tastes on my tongue, the way you squirm when I play with your clit, your phenomenal tits… Fuck me, baby. I’m getting hard just thinking about it now.”
I could feel it.
Fuck.
“Kiss me,” he repeated.
“Why won’tyoukiss me?” I said.
His eyes turned soft. “If you want me to kiss you, baby, I will. But I’m always the one to take the initiative. I want this kiss to be because you want it. Because you crave this kiss as much as I do.”
I kissed him.
He froze against me for a fraction of a second before he responded to me, his lips slanting across mine as he let me take the lead.
I did what he had done to me many times before, licking his bottom lip over and over again, coaxing him to open his mouth for me, and when he did, I plunged my tongue inside, tasting him. Feeling him.
Craving him.
He groaned against me, the sound vibrating across my lips and sending a wave of heat so intense, I almost felt drunk from it.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down even closer to me, pressing the front of my body firmly against his until there was no such thing as space between us.
I didn’t want to be separated from him.
Not ever.
He won.
He made me crave him.
And I completely lost the plot. I lost the game.
I surrendered.
Tears filled my eyes before drifting down to where our lips touched. He pulled away when he tasted them, frowning slightly.
“Baby?”
I shook my head and pulled him back to kiss me again, tugging a little on his hair, as I had learned how much he liked the pain.
His kiss grew more fervent. Frenzied.
We stayed like that for what felt like hours, kissing each other as if we were in high school, afraid to take the next step, but still so desperate for contact that we didn’t want to pull apart.
And I didn’t want to be apart from him. I wanted to rip his skin away and crawl inside his body. To just stay there and let him protect me. Let him tell me the world could never make me leave because he simply would not allow it.
And for it to be true.
I had fallen.
And how scary that thought truly was.
