Page 6 of Kissing my Grumpy Troll Boss
His breath is warm and sweet.
He tastes like wood-fired pizza dough and melted marshmallows.
He feels hard, everywhere he’s pressed against me, but he kisses me so softly.
Oh no! I’m supposed to do something with my lips now!
Hesitantly I part them. Instantly he groans into my mouth. I think I’ve done something right. His lips move against mine with more passion, sliding, stoking heat and desire and a glow right down in my belly.
Oh god, his pecs are so large and firm and his kiss feels so good. When he pulls away, my hands curl, bunching fistfuls of his shirt before I can stop myself.
He chuckles. “Better?”
I nod, mutely.
“Then, would it be OK if I use my tongue this time?”
I can only giggle. Only the softness in his glowing eyes makes me able to stay clinging to him rather than run away to hide.We’re still so close, lips almost touching. I tip my chin up, but he hesitates. “Wait.”
Oh no!
I’ve stuffed this up.
“Can I take off those glasses too?”
I gulp. “Are you sure you want to do that? What if…?” I can’t even bring myself to finish the sentence.
He reaches for them, pausing with a thumb and forefinger around the frame. “I’m sure.”
He still waits for me to give him another breathless, “Yes.”
The shock of cool against my skin makes me realize how much I’ve been sweating under the glasses. And oh! I didn’t put any eye makeup on. I didn’t think anyone would see my eyes.
Mr. Kvalt smiles. He sets the glasses carefully aside on his desk. His hand returns to my lower back.
Tingles slide all the way down the backs of my legs and I shiver, despite the warmth of his body.
“Now, let’s see to this kiss. A good proper kiss this time. You have some makeup to do and I intend to see that you’ve been thoroughly kissed by the time the day is done.”
I wish I had the courage to tell him I’d like him to see to other things too. The touching and holding and intimacy of sex that I’ve dreamed about all my life. But one thing at a time.
When his lips descend on mine again, I think I could be happy only doing this for the rest of my life. Surely there is nothing better than the way his tongue gently slides against mine. Warm and moist and playful. There could be nothing better than the way I taste his breath and feel his hand tighten a fraction, as if he’s leashed all that power in his huge body and is holding it back for me.
But after a while, I can’t stand the teasing brushes of tender lips anymore, I stretch higher on my toes and fling my arms around his neck. I push my mouth against his, devouring insteadof tasting, sucking on his lips instead of the polite motions of a few moments ago.
When I regain my senses, I pull back a little to make sure it’s OK, but my snakes have other ideas. They stretch out, rubbing tiny faces against his brows and cheeks and giving tiny snakey kisses in outstretched forked tongues. We both laugh. I don’t dare brush them away in case they bite him.
“Sorry. They kinda have a mind of their own.”
“I can see that.” The warmth of his laugh penetrates his speech and makes his eyes crinkle at the corners.
He lifts one big finger. The nearest snake lifts its chin for a pat. My god! I’ve never seen them so well behaved!
“Was that OK?”
He laughs. “Oh, Kat. Better than OK. Are you sure you haven’t done that before? You have my lava boiling!”
“And that’s a good thing?”
