But God help me, I want to earn it.
“I-I understand this is just temporary,” she whispers against my skin, voice trembling but so damn brave. “But do you think, that is, will you kiss me?”
My control snaps.
Not violently.
Not harshly.
But with purpose.
I rise up and take her shoulders gently in my hands. She gasps as I pull her into my lap, straddling me.
That ridiculous slip of silk she’s wearing clings to her hips, already bunched high, baring her soft skin and the curve of her waist like she was made to sit like this—on top of me, in my arms, in my life.
She was.
I drag her face to mine, eyes locked with hers, and I don’t hesitate.
“No more talk of temporary,” I rasp. “No more talk of other men.”
Her breath catches.
“Tonight, there’s nothing but you and me.”
And then I kiss her.
Fuck, I devour her.
She tastes like citrus and cinnamon and something darker—something I’ll never name, because it belongs only to her.
She’s all soft lips and desperate sighs, fingers tightening in my hair as I lick into her mouth and claim her the way I’ve been aching to from the moment I first laid eyes on her.
There’s no pretending in this kiss.
No distance.
No mask.
It’s her. It’s me. It’s fire and thunder and something ancient that threatens to undo me.
She moans against my mouth, hips shifting, chasing more contact. And that sound—that sound—undoes me.
Desire surges through me like a stampede, wild and unstoppable. A herd of wild horses tearing through my veins.
I flex my hips, rubbing my steel cock against her core. Fuck, she is so warm, and wet. For me.
I can feel her arousal soaking through her panties. And it turns me on even more.
I kiss her deeper, my hands trailing down her back, over the curve of her ass, up her thighs. I grip her like she’s the only solid thing in my world.
Because right now?
She is.
I don’t stop. I can’t stop. Not tonight.
Not when she’s looking at me like I’m the thing her dreams are made of.
