“Sadly, that’s not true,” I managed as his scent filtered into my system. A deep throb in my core was difficult to ignore.
“Isn’t it? Then why is your lower lip trembling? Why are your nipples so hard?” The deep husk of his voice was seductive.
Inviting.
Infuriating.
He didn’t flinch, wasn’t uncomfortable.
Just a mountainous man who knew he was in full control.
“I’m just nervous.” I wasn’t lying, but I could tell he sensed my desire.
With a slight cock of his head, he curled the fingers on his free hand, brushing his knuckles ever so gently from one side of my jaw to the other. The touch was enigmatic.
A fireball of need rushed through me.
I teetered on my heels, breathless from the tender touch.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Vanessa.” He was so close I was overwhelmed by his presence.
His prowess.
Breathless and needing space, I pressed my hand against his chest, but there was no denying the man.
His fingers shifted until he was able to grip my chin as he lowered his head. “And all mine.”
Even though I wanted nothing more than to push him away, creating boundaries from the beginning, I couldn’t react, the need all consuming. When his lips touched mine, I wrapped my fingers around his shirt, realizing I’d arched my back.
A physical admittance of desire.
A mental relapse into enticing his hunger.
Push away. Don’t do this.
Yet even as my inner voice tried to unlock the chains he’d already wrapped around me, the rush of desire was too great.
He captured my mouth, holding our lips together for several seconds. The warmth he emitted, the crackle of electricity was disarming.
I darted my tongue into his mouth, the single mewl giving away my deepest and darkest cravings. His hold remained possessive, his lips taking what he wanted.
The kiss was as powerful as the man, my pulse increasing as he thrust his tongue inside. There was no controlling him, no ability to do anything but fall victim to the heated intimacy.
Everything about him reeked of wealth, entirely too masculine.
And dangerous.
The wave of excitement was real.
Just by the way I was clinging to him was an admittance. I was not only okay with the indecency.
I craved it.
Christian slipped his hand around to the back of my neck, pulling me closer and onto my toes. I was forced to lean into him.
The man was unshaken. Unapologetic.
As he dominated both my mouth and my tongue, the same haze I’d experienced before washed over me.
