Down.
Down.
To my hip, giving it a hard squeeze.
After a few beautiful moments, he tears his lips from mine and gives me a pained look, his breath coming in hard pants as he grips my shoulders. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
My breath comes just as fast, my body still reeling from his touch.
His kiss.
“Why not?”
“Because you’re not ready for this.” He stands up, running a hand down his face. A dark cloud looms over us, a rumble of thunder in the distance.
“Come on. Let’s get back before the bottom falls out.”
He’s quiet on the way back, and I begin to feel like I did something wrong. I have never kissed a man before so I have no idea if I was doing it right but it felt like I was. It felt like we were the only two people left in the world and that by some beautiful, divine intervention, our mouths, our bodies, our souls had been made for one another.
Built for that very moment.
“Is everything okay?” I ask as he helps me down from Trixie.
“Yep,” he snaps, not sparing me a glance.
It doesn’t feel like he’s okay. He seems upset with me and with himself. Tears spring to my eyes so I leave him to take care of the horses and wait in the ATV until he’s finished.
I’m so confused. I don’t know what I did wrong. My thoughts plague me all the way back to the house, and once we are inside, I head straight upstairs to take a shower. But it’s only to mask my tears. That kiss felt like the prayer I’d been praying for nine long years had finally been heard. And judging by the possessive way Justin’s mouth claimed mine, I thought he might feel the same way, but clearly, I misjudged his intentions.
Stepping out, I reach for a towel to wrap around my body then realize in my haste I forgot to grab my clothes. I open the door to walk into my room but Justin is standing right there.
His eyes darken, taking on a color I’ve never seen before. “I’m sorry,” he says, running a hand through his hair.
“It’s okay,” I whisper.
“No, it’s not. I shouldn’t have acted that way, it’s just, I don’t know what’s happening here.”
My lips still tingle from his kiss and I crave to taste him once more. “I’ve never been kissed like that before,” I confess, my heart beating with anticipation as I lower my eyes.
He groans as if in pain then his warm fingers move to my chin. I lift my hand to cover his wrist.
“Justin.” I plead with my eyes because I have no idea how to verbalize what I need from him.
There’s a hum of anticipation low in my belly as he steps closer, forcing me to take a step back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Then his mouth takes mine, a possessive kiss that nearly causes me to crumble there on the floor. His hands fist in my wet hair, twisting and angling, yielding me to his wondrous mouth. The towel around me becomes unraveled but I have no forethought to care because my body is burning with heat and desire.
His hungry mouth moves to my neck. “You taste so goddamn good.” Then his lips move lower.
Lower.
Across my collarbone then lower still.
Teeth scrape across my fevered flesh as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, lashing at me with his hot tongue. “So fucking sweet.”
I gasp, threading my fingers through his hair to hold him there. My entire body is on fire and my heart cannot resist the flames. It yearns to be one with his, just like my body.
Moving his mouth back to mine, he kisses me deep.
Long.
