Page 22 of Fade (Fighting Fate)

With a confidence I’d never known before, I reached up and cupped the back of his neck, then gently pulled him down to me, arching up to kiss his soft, full lips.

It surprised me to realize this was the first time I’d actually initiated a kiss. Ever. It made me feel bold, and to be honest, a little proud of myself. Especially when he growled and started to kiss me back.

My hand automatically clenched tighter and my body shifted, twisting to be more in line with his. Daniel’s body moved in response, and as our kisses turned more forceful, I lay back on the sofa, pulling him on top of me as I went.

The weight of his body on mine did strange things to me. Wave after wave of tiny little thrills surged through every part of me. I moaned at the intense feel of it, the sound making Daniel kiss me even harder.

But the pleasure of it soon turned into an ache I’d never experienced. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t entirely blissful either. It was a need—like an itch that had to be scratched, but I had no idea how to do it.

Parting my legs, I wriggled so Daniel’s weight settled right where I needed it. I couldn’t control how tightly I was clinging to him. It was a compulsion. A need to have him closer. To make us one. The feeling of it bordered on desperation.

Pushing my hips up, I felt the hard r

idge of his cock through his shorts. A deep tingling erupted low in my stomach. I whimpered and Daniel growled.

“Amy,” Daniel said against my lips. His voice sounded a little choked, the broken timbre of it making me clutch his hair even tighter.

Sucking in a harsh breath, I pushed my hips up once more, desperate to feel that tingling in my stomach again.

“Daniel,” I whimpered, not caring how desperate I sounded. I wanted to ask him to help me bring that feeling back, but I didn’t know how.

Daniel’s hand moved under my shirt, stroking over my ribs. I arched into his touch, wanting this feeling to go on forever. His mouth moved over my neck, his tongue lapping, his lips sucking.

Holy mother of mercy!

The tingling started again. I gasped. Daniel stilled, breathing heavy. A tiny whimper escaped me.

“We need to stop,” Daniel said in a pained voice.

Oh, God, no! I couldn’t live with this ache. I needed him to fix it. My hands tensed against him, and I shook my head. “Please, Daniel. I need . . .” Oh, God. I didn’t know! What the hell did I need?! “I need you to do something.” I pushed my hips up again. “It aches.”

Daniel’s hands gripped me tighter, and he growled against my neck. “Fuck.”

In a move that was too fast for my foggy brain to keep up with, Daniel’s mouth came crashing down on mine. His tongue thrust deep inside, stroking against mine with complete abandonment, while he pressed himself harder against my aching center. The aching intensified.

Breaking the kiss, he breathed heavily against my cheek before pulling back to look me in the eyes. “You want me to make you feel better?” he asked, sounding a little disbelieving.

“God, yes,” I answered, unable to stop myself from writhing underneath him.

“Can I touch you?”

I pulled myself up to kiss him. “Yes! Please touch me, Daniel.”

Hearing those words coming out of my mouth was an incredible rush. For the first time in my life, I felt wanton. It was liberating.

This time I was prepared for Daniel’s crushing kiss. I took it and gave it straight back to him, but when he shifted off me, sliding his body to the side, I whimpered with disappointment. I needed him. There.

I was just thinking about pulling him back on top of me, or even climbing on top of him, when I felt his fingers at the button of my shorts. Oh my God, yes! That’s what I needed. Frantically trying to catch my breath between kisses, I painfully waited for him to finish opening the zipper.

As I felt the teeth loosening, the ache inside me instantly became more intense, everything surging straight between my legs. I was sure every muscle in my body was coiled so tight I was about to explode.

I knew what would come next. I was mad with want for it, but nothing I could’ve done would’ve prepared me for how incredible it felt when his fingers began sliding inside my panties.

A garbled kind of sound escaped me while my head swirled, trying without success to process the vast number of sensations it was receiving at one time.

And then his fingers found my center.

It was too much. His kisses, his breath, his touch. Tearing my mouth away from his, I pulled his lips down to my neck, gasping for breath, yet unable to catch it.

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