This again.
Great.
I landed in a beautiful man’s arms.
I looked up at Battle, and my whole world righted.
“Well, darling, if you’re going to throw yourself at me,” he purred.
I opened my mouth to say I didn’t, but then I found my mouth busy, because he was kissing me.
Proper kissing me!
It didn’t even take me half a second to process it.
I wound my arms around his neck, tipped my head further back to invite him to do whatever he wanted, melted into him and let him explore my lips with his. He took the opportunity, until the tip of his tongue touched the crease, I opened for him, and he slipped inside.
Oh God.
My belly plummeted, I held tighter around his neck since my legs refused to support me, both because he tasted good and he kissed even better.
I had a hand in his hair and a deep need in my core by the time he lifted his head.
I swam out from under the haze of his kiss, opened my eyes, encountered sheer male beauty and whispered, “Hey.”
His mouth and eyes smiled, up close and gorgeous.
“Hey,” he whispered back.
He probably never said that word in his life, not like that, but to me, it sounded amazing.
“That was for throwing yourself into my arms,” he stated.
“I didn’t?—”
“This is for agreeing to stay at The Downs,” he went on.
And he dropped his mouth to mine and kissed me again.
Right.
The other one?
Superb.
This one?
Hot and wild and insane.
After a weeklong tease, we were primed.
God, so primed.
He went at me, and I went at him.
Then I was shuffled back, I hit wall, and he went at me harder, so I did the same.
By the time he lifted his head, I was panting, and thankfully (because I didn’t want to be the only one seriously affected by our kiss), he was also breathing heavily.
