“We both know none of those things are going to happen.Why would they?I don’t force myself on men who aren’t interested, and you’re gay.”
“That’s right,” he insists, and his tongue makes a nervous sweep across his dry lips.The light from the little LED torch catches the sheen of moisture left behind.Dylan Drake has the most gorgeously kissable lips.They are perfectly curved, soft and giving, and absolutely capable of delivering incredible pleasure.But the one taste I stole earlier is the only one I intend to claim, no matter how much I wish I could say otherwise.Fact is, he’s hot, and I want to eat him up with more than my gaze.
“Kira.”
“What?”
“What are you doing?”
He asks that a lot.The thing is, I’m not even aware that I’m leaning into him until he frantically points it out, but then I’m not the only one of us whose body is tilted forward, and whose lips are eagerly parted.Dylan’s head is bowed so that it’s on a level with mine.He’s a tall man, but then I’m a tall woman.The tip of his tongue makes another sweep across his lips, while our gazes become tightly locked.
“I know what I am.”
“Yes,” I agree.
“I’m not attracted to women.”
“Mm-huh!” Yet we’re still drawing closer, as if there’s an invisible force between us.Any moment, we’re going to snap together like two bar magnets when their poles align.
I inhale sharply when he touches my face, shocked as hell.Though maybe not as shocked as he is, when his thumb then finds its way to my lips.
“What is this, Kira?”
Madness.A monumental cock up waiting to happen.Heartbreak guaranteed.Take your pick, they’re all lousy options.
“You tell me.”
“If I knew, I wouldn’t have asked.You broke something when you barged into my room.You did something to my brain.I feel like I’ve been wired incorrectly ever since.”
“I was never a good electrician.”
The quip is lost on him.He’s too deep into the moment.
“After we get out of here, I never want to set eyes on you again.It’s too awkward, too confusing.”He shakes his head, as if to contradict himself.“It’s too crazy.I’m not crazy.I know who I am.”
“Do you?”I ask, not to be mean, but because right now I’m not sure he’s as clear on that point as he likes to pretend.
I do know who I am.I’m Kira Carter-Wells, a woman with a long-standing crush on this man—a man whom I know can never be mine, but the thing about desire is that it isn’t always logical, and rarely adheres to the rules we make ourselves.I swore to myself this evening that I was going to do my job and nothing but my job, but it seems I’m about to prove myself a liar.
I lean in and take the decision making from him.It’s on my head now.It’s my responsibility to keep him out of trouble.To keep him safe, but I’ve wanted what is right in front of me too long and too desperately to pass up on the chance to grab it when it’s offered.
Our bodies slam together and lock tight, held by that invisible magnetic force.His hands go up around the back of my neck and into my hair, holding me so that he can further fuse our lips, then slip me the tip of his tongue.
I don’t think I’ve ever kissed for so long or so hard.
Dylan is hard, and getting harder.I shift so that it’s no longer my leg he’s pressed against—Yes, just there.Right there—and he groans right into my mouth.Maybe I groan too, because it’s good.It’s so good.It’s everything I’ve wanted and more.His touch, the brush of his skin with only the faintest trace of stubble, the tight claw-like grip of his fingers on the back of my neck, like he’s holding me in case I freak and run away.Only, of the two of us, I’m the less likely one to bolt.
It’s rough and deep and frantic.We assault one another with tongues and fingers.A deep throb awakens in my pussy.It aches to be filled, to have him fill me.I’m wet.I’m so damn wet for him, and I want so much more than this nonsensical tongue battle.We’re still in the dark, and there’s no one around.Every whisper of motion echoes around this hanger.Besides, the wail of sirens in the distance reassures me that things are being handled.
It’s still stupid what I do, but knowing it doesn’t stop me.I push my hand down between our bodies and cup it over the bulge busting his fly.His cock bucks hard against my palm at the contact.It at least doesn’t care about stupid labels, or expectations, or the threat that might still be lurking nearby.All that matters to it is whatever friction I’m willing to provide.
I serve it up.Rubbing.Squeezing…until he’s shuddering over every single touch and making croaky groans into my mouth and then my hair, and then my skin as he makes bite marks on my poor exposed neck.I can’t stop stroking him, and I suspect some of the needy noises I hear are being made by me.
“More,” he sighs between two raspy breaths.He widens his stance, giving me more room to work.His cock is an iron bar and he trembles each time my thumb circles around the head.Moisture leaks through his trousers.He’s that turned on.
I wonder as I stroke, faster and faster, not letting him escape whatever force it is that’s driving us both, whether if I just…
“Yeah,” he murmurs.“Hell, yeah!”
