Panther is kissing me.
Holy fucking shit,Pantheris finally kissing me.
If I hadn’t been the lucky fucker on the receiving end of his commanding mouth, I might not have actually believed it was happening. But since his delicious tongue was now slipping between my lips and tangling with mine, there was no mistaking it. Grant “Panther” Hughes was kissing the ever-loving hell out of me, and showing no signs of stopping.
Not about to let this moment pass me by, I reached for those beautifully built biceps of his and hung on, wanting something to steady myself as my knees began to weaken. My fingers dug into the material of his flight suit, and just in time, too, because Panther shocked me by wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me in tight.
Hot damn. When I first reached for Panther, I hadn’t been sure what kind of response I would get. Would he punch me? Would he shove me away again? But never in my wildest imaginings could I have predicted this.
Dreamed and fantasized about it, yes. Predicted it, hell no. It seemed more likely that hell would freeze over than Panther would actively be involved in one of the hottest make-out sessions of my life. But as a groan left my throat and my body came into direct contact with his, Panther growled, and I knew I wasn’t dreaming because that sound went straight to my dick, which hardened in response.
Not about to let him go, now that I had him where I wanted him, I looped my arms around his neck, and when my erection rubbed up against his, Panther tore his mouth free.
“Damn.” The curse was low, much lower than his usual tone, and the raspy cadence made my body tremble. Panther’s eyes were blistering hot as they stared into mine, and when he licked his lower lip as if to get another taste of me, I thrust my hips forward again to see what he would do.
The hand Panther had at my waist slid down over my ass, and as he grabbed a hold of it and began to walk me backward, I let him lead me wherever the hell he wanted to. When my back hit the door, I grunted from the impact. It wasn’t soft, but neither was the man in front of me.
I spread my legs a little, hoping Panther would—yes, exactly that—slide one of his between them, and when his thigh grazed my covered cock, my eyes fluttered shut and I moaned.
“Why’d you have to be so fucking sexy?”
The question was asked so quietly that I barely heard it, but when I opened my eyes and saw Panther’s roving over my face, I knew I wasn’t mistaken. His pupils were blown, his eyes close to black they were so dark, and when he rocked his hips forward and I felt that hard cock up against mine, I sighed.
Panther groaned as he touched my face, and when he traced a thumb over my lower lip, he muttered, “So fucking gorgeous. It’s not fair…”
Pinned as I was to the door, I could do little but stand there and let him do what he wanted, but if I was honest with myself, I wouldn’t have changed anything anyway. Instead, I sucked his thumb into my mouth and began to roll my hips along his thigh, and watched as Panther once again lost that incredible control of his.
First his jaw began to twitch, then his nostrils flared, and when I flicked the tip of my tongue over his thumb and then bit it, he tore his hand free—and the kiss Panther laid on me then was brutal.
Hard, hot, and straight-up sex, that was what this kiss was about, and had he given it to me the other night back in his room, I wouldn’t have gone home as quietly as I did. This kiss was designed to destroy brain cells, and when he took hold of my leg and hiked it up the outside of his thigh, I wrapped my calf around the back of his leg and began to grind against him like we were both naked and somewhere near a bed.
I had no idea how long we were standing there in that room, plastered up against the door. It could’ve been minutes, hours, days…all I knew was that it wasn’t long enough, because when Panther began to pull away, every single fiber of my being began to protest.
As our lips disengaged, and our bodies disentangled, I stared at Panther and what a sight he was. His lips were swollen, his chest was heaving, and his hard cock had me reaching for mine.
“Don’t.” The order was raspy but clear, as Panther’s eyes fell to my erection.
“Why not?”
Panther licked his lips, and for a moment I thought he might ignore me, but then he said, “Because if you do, I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk out of here.”
This was the first time Panther had actually admitted to wanting me. Toreallywanting me. “Would that be such a bad thing?”
“It wouldn’t be a smart thing.”
“But would it be bad?”
Panther closed his eyes and appeared to be searching for patience. “I need to go. Please, just let me go.”
I pushed off from the door and stepped to the side, and as Panther walked forward and reached for the lock, I turned my head against the wall and caught him taking a final once-over.
“Would it really be such a bad thing?”
Panther’s eyes climbed back up to my face, and he shook his head. “No, it’d be too good, and that’s the problem.”
Before I could come up with a response, Panther flicked the lock open, yanked the door wide, and then strode out into the hall, leaving me standing there wondering how in the hell to make Panther change his mind.
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