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I held my breath and waited for his response, holding on to his fists. A muscle flinched in his jaw and he shuttered his eyes for a moment. His breaths grew ragged. His blusters marked the passing of precious seconds.
Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God.
What if he said no? My stomach plummeted before it shot to my throat.
Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God.
What if he said yes?
My doubts and insecurities grew with every moment that passed. I was being stupid. Needy. I was risking my pride anddignity. And for what?
An urge to run tensed my legs. I fought not to look away, not to cave.
“One kiss,” he finally murmured, his voice so low and raspy I barely heard it. “One.”
Oh. My. God. He’d said yes. My heart flirted with a case of arrythmia.Holy Mother.
I didn’t have time to be scared.
His hungry lips avalanched over mine. His fists snapped open and his hands came up around my waist to lock me in a fierce embrace. The sheer vitality of his mouth stole my breath and so did the vicious pounding of his heart kicking against my hand on his chest.
Bubbles of joy lifted from my stomach, filled my chest, and rushed my head. When his tongue swiped over the seam of my mouth, my joy turned to pleasure. I parted my lips and welcomed his flavors, his passion, the inexplicable but devastating effect that this man had over me. A host of new sensations flooded me, overwhelming and divine.
My tongue followed as his retreated. I dipped in the well of his mouth. He grunted and held me even tighter, until the front of me yielded to his strong, muscular body. Mustering more of my newfound courage, I explored his mouth, gorging on him. This was more than a kiss. It was a string of passionate possessions linked by our famished mouths, our tangled bodies, and rasping breaths.
Oh, yes. This is what my dreams had been all about.This, and more.
Oh, God, how I want him. I want him now.
I raked his hair with my fingers, enjoying the feel of the short strands against my hand. With my other hand, I stroked the nooks and crannies of his marvelous body, which had enticed and intrigued me for longer than I cared to admit. Imemorized the feel and shape of him under my touch. I wanted to capture his passion and hold it inside me forever.
A wildfire burned in my core, igniting my skin. The ache between my legs had me panting between kisses. Pasted to his front, his chiseled chest pushed against my soft breasts and my taut nipples burned against his T-shirt. His groin swelled against my belly and his scalding heat rubbed against me, urging my hips to move with him.
The kiss kept going. It somehow grew, expanding inside of me, nurturing my body and heart, blooming into a giant presence that took over my empty spaces, evolving into something unstoppable, essential, incandescent.
His mouth was in control, fierce but also tender, possessive but also liberating. I followed his lead, eager to please not just him but myself. My nerve endings tingled with new and amazing sensations. They stemmed from the touch of his hands as they traveled over my body, from the subtle undulation of his hips pressing against me, from the pleasure that his mouth and tongue unleashed in me. One of his hands dipped under my shirt. His fingers pulled aside the cup of my bra and claimed my breast.
Oh, Lord.
His hold felt exquisite, firm but fluid as he kneaded my flesh. His thumb strummed my nipple until I moaned. My nipple was a vortex of pleasure all on its own, one that brought me dangerously close to the edge of something unknown.
God, don’t let this kiss end.
Not even in my most vivid dreams had I felt like this, alive, on fire, ready to blast into an eruption of pleasure. Sliding my hand down the middle of his torso, I gasped at the hardness that tented his pants. I paused over the waist of his jeans, then dipped even lower. Through the denim, I cupped the fullness of his erection.
He groaned, a growl deep in his throat, the sexiest sound ever. He pressed his package to my palm. The feel of his arousal in my hand spiked my need and soaked my panties. I was alight with desire and stunned at the reactions raging through him.
More. I needed to feel him, bare beneath my hand and also deep in my body.Do it,I dared myself. You can do it.
As we worked our mouths into a frenzy of clashing lips, entwined tongues, and delicious sucks, I undid the top button of his jeans. The zipper yielded, and I dipped my fingers in his pants. The hard plane of his lower belly slid against my palm. The breath went out of me when I realized he wore nothing under his jeans. I glided my hand further down and gasped, discovering the contrast between his hard shaft and the soft, velvety, smooth skin that covered his sex.
One moment I had a hold of him, ready to give into all my cravings. The next moment he snarled. “Fuck, no.” He stepped away from me, ripping his lips from my mouth and his sex from my hand. His back hit the wall. “We’re not going there.”
I didn’t know if he was talking to me or to himself, but either way, his fury pummeled me. I blinked at the absence of all the rich sensations suddenly lost to me. The secondary blow of his rejection hit me like an afterthought. It was hard to think, to move. I managed a wobbly step backward, then another. My knees were trembling and arousal continued to run through me in currents of need.
I touched my lips, wondering if I’d been dreaming again, but the expression on his face was all too real. His eyes looked dark and haunted, and the terrible scowl that twisted his mouth and pulled his eyebrows together frightened me.
“What did I do?” I braced on the nearest lounger and tried very hard to keep my feet under me. “Why are you mad?”
