Could the monster in me have met its match?
Her tongue stroked mine, toying with it as much as her fingers did while combing through my hair. Her constant touch was a live wire. Wherever it fell, I experienced a shock, and it shone a light on precisely how starved I was for her.
But that didn’t stop me from kissing her into submission. Needing her to know who dominated this encounter, who’d own her.
Because she already owned me.
But the deeper I took the meeting of our mouths, the more she fed my rapacious need.
I was so hard that a permanent mark from my zipper likely branded itself into my cock. And the heat of her pussy through her jeans tortured me—so close yet so far.
As we stood there, amid the chaos of mob life, I felt myself stumble. But if I did, she was right there with me.
If I devoured her, she reveled in it.
If I savored her, she gloried in my attention.
But it wasn’t enough.
The soft ripple of her hips as she rolled against me confirmed her satisfaction. The scientist in me took note and acted—I dug my fingers into the lower curve of her ass. Inches away from her molten hot core.
She’d never know the battle I waged in my head that insisted I move higher, take this farther, but we were in allied territory with a bomb blast a couple miles away. The sound of sirens would not be the soundtrack to the first time I claimed my woman.
When I pulled back, she didn’t let me.
She chased me, in fact.
And the concern I’d experienced, the fear she’d fly off when faced with what I was, slipped away.
I released a laugh that had her mewling: “God, you don’t do that enough.”
I blinked. Then sucked in a breath. And my thoughts coalesced: “How about I laugh every time you kiss me?”
When I ran the tip of my nose against hers, she sniffed. “Only if you’re not laughing because of my kiss.”
“Fair.”
“You weren’t… were you?”
“Laughing because of your kiss? No.” I smiled at her, surprising myself with how easily it formed. My lips and cheeks ached with how rare it happened. “I’m happy.”
“Happy?” she repeated in wonder.
I made sure she was safely propped on the balustrade before I rubbed a hand along her spine to her shoulders. When she shivered, I sighed.
No wings…
Lie.
Kitty traced my lips. “I feel like I’m dreaming. Are you a dream, Stan?”
“The only dreams I star in are nightmares,duci.”
She pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I’ll let you know when you make an appearance in mywetdreams.”
More laughter bubbled from me. “Feel free to show me proof.” When Kitty clucked her tongue, I studied her. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“You.” Her brow furrowed. “You’re… I’m not sure if you’re taking me seriously.”
