Maybe it was because I knew that she wasn’t just some girl I’d met at a party and wasn’t going to see again once we’d shagged. We worked together. We’d see each other almost every day for at least the next six weeks.
Plus, there was more at stake.
How well we kissed would determine whether her family believed this ruse or not. If we got it wrong, this whole schemewould tumble like a pack of cards. Sarah would be hurt and embarrassed; her family would be upset and disappointed.
It was a lot of pressure.
Christ.
Stop overthinking and just get on with it, Eaves.
After cupping Sarah’s face, I slowly inched forward before dipping my head. Her eyes were wide with anticipation and her lips were already parted.
Fuck this dawdling.
I’m going in.
I crushed my lips on hers and Sarah whimpered.
Fucking hell.
Her lips felt even better than I’d imagined.
They were soft, warm and utterly addictive.
After pulling her into me, I intensified the kiss, devouring her like she was my first meal in months.
As our tongues collided, Sarah gripped my arse and the sensation of her hand on my bum made me feral.
In an instant, the kiss turned frenzied.
When I coaxed Sarah’s lips farther apart, she moaned into my mouth and the sweet sound sent a jolt of electricity straight to my dick.
Every greedy flick of my tongue made her quiver, grip me harder and grind into me.
Jesus Christ.
This kiss wasn’t just passionate. It was hot, hungry, and urgent as if the only way to exorcise all of the pent-up anger, frustration, longing and desire we’d felt towards each other since we’d met was through our lips.
My hands roamed down Sarah’s back and I was desperate to grab her bottom like she’d done to me and touch her breasts, which were pressed against my body, but I held back. Not just because I wasn’t sure whether she’d be happy with me crossingthat line, but also because if I felt them, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to control myself. My cock was already straining against my trousers and if I burnt a hole through them, that wouldn’t be a good look when we had to return to the wedding reception.
Then again, if they knew it was the result of me and Sarah devouring each other, at least they’d be convinced that we were really together.
‘Oh, God,’ Sarah murmured in my mouth, causing my cock to throb again.
I wanted to fuck her so badly right now.
I was hovering dangerously close to losing every shred of self-control.
If we kept this up, I’d either have to drop to my knees and eat her pussy or throw her on the sand and beg her to let me fuck her. I’d gladly deal with the consequences later.
But then the sound of cheers in the distance jerked me back to my senses.
This was just supposed to be pretend. And this wasn’t even the real kiss.
We’d proved that we had a connection, that if we had to perform on demand in front of her ex and her family, we wouldn’t mess it up, so there was no reason to continue.
Just because I wanted to fuck Sarah didn’t mean that I should. It’d get too messy.
