With a groan of exasperation, he surrendered to his desires. He bent down until he could reach my lips and kissed me urgently. He pressed his mouth hard against mine, and I felt it, warm and lush.
He closed his eyes, and so did I. I was starving for him.
We were both starving, starving for kisses, for bites, tongues and touches, for an embrace. We were starving for sex and for love, dreams, feelings, and unspoken words. But Neil immediately broke contact, even as he remained way too close to me.
I looked at him in confusion and put my hand around the back of his neck to stroke him there. He hadn’t taken everything he wanted, but in his gleaming eyes, I could see what he was feeling.
I felt it too.
These shared emotions of ours sometimes pushed us apart, while at other times they drew us together like magnets.
With one hand, Neil grazed my thigh, and I shuddered. He smirked and kept going.
His hand moved along my flank and then around to my ass.
His fingertips delicately traced the contours of my spine, making me arch my back and exhale. He stopped at the curve of my throat, his palm completely engulfing the nape of my neck. His thumb moved to caress my lips, and his eyes lingered there. He stared at my mouth like it was something entirely new to him.
He traced the outline of my mouth, and I kissed his fingertip, never lowering my eyes.
We were closely intertwined, perhaps for the very first time, and words had become superfluous.
As he moved closer, his breath moved over my face, and his lips touched mine again.
It was a light contact, just a hint, like the flutter of wings. But it awakened in me the desire for more.
I needed to feel him inside me, inside my soul.
I groaned in frustration when he pulled away and gave me a superior smile. Neil was really making a meal of this seduction. He made me believe that he was about to kiss me for real, crude and carnal, but instead he pulled back, just to drive me crazy.
“Quit it,” I muttered in a low voice. He drew closer again and licked my lips with the tip of his tongue. My knees went weak, and I had to hold onto his sides to keep from falling to the floor. The rush of arousal made my nipples stiff and sent chills down my arms. My head spun.
The taste of him, so masculine and intense, was an aphrodisiac.
I licked my lips clean so I could take it all in and even shut my eyes as I savored it.
“Feeling eager?” His baritone, slightly raspy, forced me to look at him.
Yes, I was eager to have him. I was eager to have all of him, in fact. I would no longer settle for just his body.
I stood up on my tiptoes to reach his mouth, and Neil didn’t pull back.
He dug a hand into my hair and wrapped it around his fist, pulling it slightly. I gritted my teeth against the minor pain, but I loved the violent, dominating way he touched me.
“Very eager, I’d say. Welcome back, Tinkerbell,” he whispered with a sensual smile before he leaped on me like an animal, kissing me. And this time he kissed me with all the fire that raged inside him.
He unleashed his true self: the greedy, possessive one. The one who was no shame and all lust. I could finally recognize the old Neil and, even more so, the old me. The one who struggled to keep up with his rapacious and all-too-expert kisses.
This was the way he’d always been.
He imposed himself on me and left me stunned.
While I’d been thinking, he’d been using his other hand to palm my ass, driving me closer to him. I could feel his erection against my lower stomach, and I pressed my thighs together, fighting the pang of yearning I felt between them. All the while, his tongue sent jolts of electricity all over, short-circuiting my brain.
Like always, I wanted more.
I felt his masculine power; I felt it in his lips, in his hands as they caressed me, and in the tension of his muscles. Without ever breaking our kiss, we began to back up. I was inundated with waves of desire, coaxing moans out of me.
God, how Iwanted.
