Page 29 of One More Kiss

He glanced around the room.

“I’m…” His shoulders heaved and a stricken look crossed his expression. “I’m jealous. Being up here, knowing you spent years in Laurence’s bed.”

I clutched his forearm, which was thick and firm, causing me to shiver in delight. All of Steve was thick and firm.

“This is my room. Just mine. I took it a long time ago, and Laurence was never in here.”

He blew out a breath as he grimaced. “I feel ridiculous for thinking these things. I don’t have any right to your past—”

“You do because I want you to.”

He shuffled in closer so that his feet were between mine and we touched from torso to thigh. He cupped my cheeks in his hands.

“You mean so much to me, Jasmine.”

Much as I wanted to close my eyes to savor those words, Steve needed to hear some too. He was even more lost in this sea of emotion than I was.

I clutched his wrists and leaned in closer so that our lips touched. “I love you, Steve. You. Just you. For you…”

He crushed his mouth to mine, and I drowned in his intensity. So good.

Heat drizzled over my skin, much like the warm oil a masseuse used, but hotter. My skin tingled and I moaned, pressing my body even tighter to his. Our mouths fused as my belly nestled his growing erection.

His heart thumped hard against my collarbone. His fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head so his tongue could sweep more deeply into my mouth. I gasped, angling my hips.

“Please,” I murmured against his lips, unable to pull away.

He seemed to understand because his hands slid down, leaving an incendiary trail wherever they touched. By the time he reached my top, my muscles were both tight and lax, and I craved him. I needed more. So much more.

His fingers drifted over my cotton top, between my shoulder blades, down my spine. I cried out as he reached the waistband of my jeans. A touch, so simple, made me burn. His lips moved to my neck, teeth nibbling on the tendon there as my fingernails dug into his biceps.

I fumbled with his shirt. I needed to touch his skin. My hands splayed wide on his back and I turned my head, our lips reengaging in a language only the two of us understood.

I need you.

I desire you so much.

You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.

I’m yours. Be mine. Always.

Always.

Steve pressed forward and I shuffled back. A small gasp exploded from me as the back of my knees hit the mattress. I tumbled backward, but his large hands cradled me and I was safe. I fumbled with his shirt buttons, yanking the material over his shoulders. He pulled back with a groan, not wanting to be away from me a moment longer than necessary. I shimmied out of my jeans until I had to sit up to slip off my boots. The rest of my clothes ended up in a tangle with his. I liked us wrapped up together, around each other—even if it was our discards. My smile turned to a gasp as his warm skin, roughened by his chest and leg hair, slid against my over sensitized nerves.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned.

“Won’t.” Kiss. “But need to be closer.” Kiss. “In you.” His lips trailed down my neck and over my collarbone to my nipple. I clutched him more tightly to me.

“More.”

Steve set me ablaze. Sensation rioted and I wanted more suction, more of his fingertips drifting along my inner thigh, more of his hard, muscled body shifting over mine. More of his hips wedged between mine. More of the heavy slide of his erection against my plumped lower lips.

More. More. More.

It was my chant as I groaned, then screamed.

Steve delivered.

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