Chapter 23
One kiss, and I’ll let her go.
I can’t go any further. I know myself. I’m starving for her. For that small, feminine body.
Lilly doesn’t back down. She tilts her face up, as if daring me to retreat. I bite her lower lip, savoring it, and she moans. I breathe her in first. I want this kiss so badly I need it to last, if this is all we’ll ever have.
She feels like fire in my hands. Soft flesh pressed against my hardness.
“Please.” And that’s it. I’m done. I can’t resist that mix of pleading and command.
She parts her lips and wraps her arms around my neck, leaning into me. When my tongue traces the shape of her mouth, Lilly melts against my body, her moans sending me into a frenzy. Trying to get back a sliver of control, I pull away just enough to look at her.
“Don’t stop. Kiss me, Amos. I’ve never done this . . . Teach me.”
I close my eyes, and when I take her mouth again, I know we’ve crossed a line we’re never coming back from—because I’ll want all of her.
I taste her warmth, her wet sweetness, meaning to go slow, but her response kills any chance of restraint.
Lilly is delicious and demanding. She devours me with the same hunger. I suck her tongue and she answers in kind. Fuck, she’s a quick learner and sinfully good.
My blonde angel is pure seduction right now. She stands on tiptoe and, without a hint of shyness, rubs against me—her nipples barely covered by the thin dress dragging across my chest. My cock is steel. I’ve never experienced foreplay outside a bedroom, and it’s both heaven and hell.
“Not here,” I say, pulling back a little, because she’s completely lost in us. “I’ll take you home, and there, you can show me just how much you like being kissed. But I’m not putting on a show for these motherfuckers who’ve been eyeing you since we got here.”
She breathes heavily, her lips swollen from kissing, her eyes glazed, still tangled in desire. “Are we leaving?” she asks.
“Yes.”
“I need to use the bathroom first.”
“Because you’re dripping with need. Your virgin pussy is throbbing, isn’t it, Lilly?”
She closes her eyes. “I shouldn’t like hearing those dirty words.”
“But you do?”
“Because it’s you.”
Fuck!
“I’m walking you to the bathroom before I forget where the hell we are.” I lace my fingers with hers and lead her toward the restrooms. “I’ll be waiting right here.”
She nods and walks in.
I lean against the hallway wall and close my eyes. This should be the moment I get my head straight, but I don’t want to. I’m obsessed with giving her her first orgasm—even if I can’t go all the way.
The hallway was empty when we got here, so I’m surprised when I feel someone grab my arm. I think it’s Lilly at first, but sharp nails scratch my forearm, and I open my eyes.
A redhead is smiling way too close to my face. “Looking for company?”
“No. I’m waiting for someone,” I say, glancing at her hand on me.
“I’m not the jealous type,” she says, leaning in. She’s tall—when she leans forward, our mouths are practically aligned.
“If I wanted you, you wouldn’t need to come to me.”
She blinks, shocked at what I said, but she doesn’t back off. I’m about to toss chivalry out the window and be blunt when the bathroom door opens.
