To my surprise, Kristopher takes my hand and pulls me after him. Except he doesn’t lead me to the kitchen, but instead down a hallway, away from the party.
I look across his broad back as he leads me, my eyes tracing every muscular curve of his body, his black shirt tightly hugging his perfect form. His sleeves are rolled up over his tattooed forearms.
Two silver studs glint in his ears, adding a hint of rebellion to his otherwise pristine appearance.
Kristopher stops and pulls me forward, then pushes me up against a wall. He has a shadow of stubble over his usually clean-shaven jaw. His eyes are whispering mischief.
My heart is beating so wildly, I feel like it might burst from my chest like a bird flying free.
He touches his finger beneath my chin and tilts my head up as he steps closer to me. I feel every muscle in his chest as he presses his body against mine. My eyes are on his mouth, the perfect shape of his lips, the slightest smile sketched into the corners.
My lips part. I hear a deep moan escape him as he leans even closer.
I can’t believe this is happening.
His mouth presses over mine, and when he kisses me…I’m on fire.
Every cell in my body, every part of me, is suddenly a raging furnace of desire.
He presses his hand into the wall above my head, his arm flexing thick muscles against his shirt, and his body pushes harder into mine.
The kiss intensifies, and I can barely breathe.
I grab his shirt, knotting my fingers in the fabric as though I’m holding on for my life, for my sanity, while he tries to free my mind from itself.
Is this really happening?Am I lying in bed fantasizing? Because I’ve done that a hundred times already. But no. This is real. This is infinitely more magical than I could’ve imagined.
This is the most incredible thing that I could have ever dreamed of happening to me.
For such a beautiful man to kissme,his body moving over mine.
Kristopher’s cock grows hard against me, and my nerves spike. I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve never felt a man’s desire like this.
“I want you,” he growls against my lips, his hand sliding up my leg, beneath my dress.
I gasp against his mouth, and it seems to turn him on even more. I feel his cock throbbing harder.
He slides his hand higher, between my thighs, his fingers brushing over my lace panties. Flames burst inside me, and between my legs, heat builds like a wildfire.
He wraps his other hand around my thigh and pulls my leg up against his hip, forcing me to spread them for him. His long fingers curl all the way around my thigh, making me feelsmall in his hands, like he could do anything to me, and I’d be a puppet beneath his touch.
The heat building between my legs is getting stronger, out of control.
He brushes his fingers over my most sensitive parts, and a strange, desperate sound escapes my lips.
Kristopher slips his fingers beneath my panties, hooking them and pulling them aside.
His touch is slow and soft as he glides his forefinger over my pussy, between my lips, and then pushes his fingers inside me.
My legs want to collapse. I’m weak in the knees and unconsciously rocking my hips against him.
He pushes his fingers deeper into me, and my nails dig into his shoulders as I pull his mouth harder against mine. I’m made bolder by my lust, fueled by feverish desire.
Kristopher hesitates. His hand stops moving, and he lifts his face away from mine. His pale gray eyes pierce into mine, and he clenches his jaw, muscles rippling along his face. He looks like he’s fighting for control, and the last thing I want is for him to be in control. I want him to ravage me. To take me and throw me onto the bed. I want him to spread me open and do everything he desires. I want to feel him inside me.
But he steps back.
Did I do something wrong?
