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I can't think. I'm driven entirely by need as my hand finds the back of her head, my fingers curling in her hair. My mouth claims hers. She tastes like icing and almonds. I groan into her mouth as she opens for me without an ounce of hesitation.
I devour her.
Crowding her body with my own, I guide her to the counter, my body curving around hers when I pin her there. She's so tiny, and yet she fits so perfectly against me.
I need to be closer to her, though. My hands find her hips, and I lift her onto the counter, sliding between her thighs as I deepen the kiss. She whimpers into my mouth, and my desire is agony. It's hot and hard and demanding and entirely unfulfilled.
I need this woman, but I can't have her. Not the way that I need her. Not yet. Probably not ever.
Her hands find my hair, and she meets me, matching every ounce of my desire, shocking and igniting me. Blood roars between my ears. Fire licks in my veins as this tiny woman undoes me. My hands move up from her hips to the hem of her shirt, and I hesitate because last night when my hands found skin, she stopped me.
I don't know if I should continue. I don't know if she wants me to touch her.
I want to touch her.
I want to touch her like I want nothing else.
Touching her in this moment is my one desire. It's my only need. I might die if I don't do it.
She pulls her mouth from mine to breathe against my ear. “It’s okay,” she breathes “You can touch me. I want it.”
I don’t need her to tell me twice. I slide my hand under the hem of her sweater to press my hands flat against her skin.
She gasps at the contact, the sounds she makes nearly brings me to my knees. I want to worship her. I want to worship at the altar of her. I want to devote my soul to making her moan for the rest of her life.
Her skin is soft and warm. I want more of it. My hands curl around her waist, my thumbs sweeping over her ribs as she arches her chest into me, her lips searching again for mine. I don't let her search long. The taste of her is too sweet to deny.I need more.
“Nick.” She moans my name, and I nearly come in my jeans as I lift my hands higher. My thumbs finding the silky cups of her pink bra.
I've been tempted by this bra since the moment she came into the kitchen wearing this sweater that's just translucent enough to give me a peek. A taste of everything that I can't have.
But maybe I can. Maybe this beautiful creature can be mine. Because right now, this beauty is amazingly, unbelievably within my reach. Her breaths shake, her body trembling as I slide my finger across the nipples that are pebbled beneath her bra.
She's responsive. So. Fucking. Incredibly. Responsive.
I wonder, if I slipped my hands into her pants, would I find her wet?
The thought that maybe she isn't wet for me nearly destroys me.
What if this is an act? What if this is pity?
What if this isn't real?
I have to know. My right hand falls slowly, my knuckles trailing the soft skin of her belly. She sucks it in on a sharp hitch of breath, her belly quivering. If she's acting, she's good. If she's acting, she's the most dangerous woman I've ever encountered.
I kiss her harder, my tongue diving into her mouth, pressing against hers. Her taste burns through my veins as my fingers tease the band of her pants. I slide one finger inside, and when she doesn't stop me, I take it as permission to continue. I push my hand into her pants, my fingers connecting with the lace of her panties.
I think once about shoving my hand under the lace, but I hold my control and lower my hand between her thighs over her panties. And I have my answer.
Her panties are soaked through.
I hiss in a sharp breath through my teeth. “You’re burning up for me, baby.”
She swallows hard, a soft groan tugging from the deep of her throat as I slide my finger over her seam protected by sheer, wet lace.
Desire nearly incinerates my body as she spreads her legs wider for my hand, and I cup her. Pushing my palm into her clit, I stoke her firmly as she rocks into me. I’m struck by this creature on my counter—because she’s not acting. This is real.She is real.
She's perfect.Mine.
