Ares took another step towards her.She grabbed the edge of the counter, her heart beating so hard she was sure he’d hear it.
“What?”
Josie stared at Ares, at his strong jaw, the dimple in his cheeks as he stood there smiling at her.
He didn’t want to kiss her.
This man kissed celebrities.
Models.
She glanced at her cane by the door.Ares Montague didn’t kiss disabled girls like her.
He took two steps, standing right in front of her.
Josie licked her lips, a shiver running up her spine.
His fingers brushed her arm, and he smelled really good, but this couldn’t be happening.Ares was too intense.He was too old for her.He was too rich for her.
But with how he was looking at her, with a molten gaze that made her pussy clench, he was serious.
He’d made no mistake that he wanted to spend time with her.She’s been the one to refuse him.
“I want to kiss you.”
“Why?”Somehow, she managed to get the word out, despite her bone-dry mouth and sweaty palms.
“Because I’ve wanted to kiss you for a very long time,” Ares placed a hand on her shoulder, stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.“Tell me you’re not interested.Tell me to leave.Tell me not to kiss you.”
Her lips parted.With a trembling hand, she brushed her fingers against his wrist.He took her hand in his, bringing it up to her lips.
“Josie, I think you’re strong, smart, and beautiful.I know you’re capable.I am driven by the need to take care of the people I care about.You might find that overbearing at times.Tell me to go or I’m going to kiss you.”
All the noise in the place, the faint noises from Carter and his staff getting ready for service, the music that was in the background, the hum of the dishwasher, all of it faded and she could only hear the blood rushing in her ears.
She couldn’t keep griping about never being the one picked when there was this gorgeous, dripping with sex, for real billionaire man standing before her, who clearly wanted her.
She didn’t know why, but she was tired of telling him no because every time she did, it ripped her heart out.
“I want you to kiss me.”The words squealed out past her dry throat.
“Good,” he cupped the back of her neck.His hand felt strong and cool, then he leaned down to meet her lips.
His lips brushed softly against hers.The contact made goosebumps rise on her arms.
Ares kissed her, slowly.His tongue explored hers, then he deepened the kiss.
His lips were surprisingly soft.He tasted like mint and smelled of something woodsy.
She stood on her toes, her hip aching, but she ignored it, closed her eyes and got lost in the feel of his lips, his tongue, the heat of his body covering hers.Her pussy throbbed with awareness, with need.
He kissed her, like he never wanted to stop kissing her, and she kissed him back as if it was the most natural thing in the world.He kissed her until her lips bruised and she moaned, her belly all a flutter, a flush creeping up from her neck to her face.
He broke off the kiss and ran his hand through her ponytail.
“Okay.”She pressed her fingers against her puffy lips.
“Okay?I thought it was a great kiss.”Ares’s eyes twinkled with amusement.“I want to do more of that.If you don’t want to go to dinner with me, want to go to the Christmas Market?”
