Page 93 of Off Limits Mogul

Unable to resist, I lean in for a kiss. It’s soft at first, but it’s enough to send a buzz to my balls. I kiss her again, a little more forceful this time, then swipe my tongue across her upper lip and groan. “You taste as fucking good as the first time your lips touched mine.”

“Don’t stop kissing me,” she says, grabbing hold of my jacket.

She had the upper hand when she stole a kiss years ago because she caught me by surprise. That’s not the case tonight.

“Say the magic word.”

“Please,” she says.

“You can do better than that.”

“Please, Rhys, don’t stop kissing me.”

I smash my lips to hers, allowing my tongue to slip into her mouth.

She moans.

I kiss her like I’m going to war and this is the last time I’ll have the privilege of tasting her lips.

I kiss her like breathing is optional.

I kiss her to make up for all the wasted years I didn’t have my mouth on her.

“I doubt I’ll be able to stop kissing you tonight,” I say, pulling back from her.

“You don’t have to ever stop,” she says before pressing her mouth to mine again.

I’m not like Beckett or some of my buddies. I kiss some of my hookups, but I’ve never kissed a woman the way I’m kissing Keira—with passionate abandonment.

I wasn’t sure how this night would play out.

I mentally coaxed myself not to push too hard, but now, I want everything all at once with her. I want her in every position, and I want us to christen every wall in my house.

Fuck.

Our lips are frantic and hungry for one another.

My hands travel down her back until I grope her ass and squeeze hard.

She gasps into my mouth.

I grind, pressing my length against her stomach.

“You’re so hard,” she says.

There’s no denying my desire for her. “Because I want you so damn much.”

She practically purrs as I drop open-mouthed kisses along her neck.

“Oh, God, Rhys.” She places her hands against my chest, pushing away from me.

“What?”

“This is too much,” she says.

“You wanna stop?”

Putting the brakes on isn’t part of the program tonight, but I’m a gentleman. It’s her call.