Page 62 of Brushed By Moonlight
But I did need to breathe at some point, and when I did, I dragged my cheek against his. Such poor, neglected stubble. Why should his lips get all the fun?
Apparently, there was a little-known nerve that connected one’s cheeks to their core, because every long, lusty scrape made me want more. I dove back into the kiss, exploring deeper that time.
Then a delayed alarm flashed in my mind, and I drew away with a gasp.
“Oh God. Sorry.” My hands flew to my face.
Marius blinked, still lost in that other world. “Sorry?”
“I didn’t ask. I just…just…”
Attacked your lipsfit best, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
He frowned. “Ask what?”
“If it was okay with you. You know, if you wanted it. I mean, um…”
“So, ask,” he growled.
I fluttered my hands. “No, it’s okay. I mean—”
He caught my hands. “Go ahead. Ask,” he ordered, all gruff.
I hemmed and hawed before my primal side won out.
“Would you be all right with me kissing yo—”
“Yes,” he blurted.
And,boom!My lips slammed over his, and off we went to Narnia again.
Thick, muscled arms wound around my shoulders, reeling me in. My chest pressed against his. My lips opened, inviting him in.
In the haze of my mind, I sensed him easing from the lower step to mine, boxing me in. Bit by bit, he pressed my body against the cool stone wall, though I barely noticed, thanks to the flames racing through my veins. He slid a hand around my waist, anchoring me securely in place. A good thing too, now that I had a hurricane roaring through my ears.
Marius swiped his lips against mine, gently tugged my lower lip, then scraped his coarse cheek over my skin. All hard, then all soft, venturing close to the edge oftoo muchbut still not enough.
Will never, ever get enough,the back of my mind cried.
Ding-ding!A sound rattled through the stairwell, and we snapped apart. Only an inch, but it felt like a chasm after being so close. I gasped for air, trying to place the sound.
Ding-ding!
I slumped. The bell. The goddamn servants’ bell.
“Bene…” Marius growled.
I knew I would regret showing the lion shifter how that system worked.
“You did mention a meeting,” I sighed.
“It can wait,” he said, smoothing my hair back, then puckering up.
I chuckled. “What is that for?”
“Giving you permission to kiss me again.”
“So, you really don’t hate me, huh?”
