I swallowed hard.
What am I doing, and why can’t I stop it?
I knew she was thinking the same thing I was. That was how in tune we were. I couldn’t get enough of her, and all we were doing was touching each other’s lips.
We weren’t kissing.
Just caressing.
Exploring.
Searching for something in each other that had always been and would always be there, whether we wanted it to or not.
No matter what.
“You taste like trouble,” I rasped, brushing my lips over hers.
“What are we doing?” she coaxed, placing her hand against my chest.
Not pushing me away.
Not pulling me closer either.
“I thought we were just two old friends catching up.”
“I don’t think old friends do what we’re doing.”
Following the movement of her tongue, I asked, “And what is that exactly?”
“Playing with fire.”
“This isn’t playing with fire,” I warned. “This is.”
With that, I backed her into the wall and wrapped her legs around my waist. Next, I caged her in with my arms on the sides of her head. Having her like this was sensory overload for me.
I breathed her in, and once I couldn’t take it anymore, I growled, gripping her throat to hold her in place.
Away from me.
I stayed quiet until it felt like I was sitting in a jail cell, bled dry.
I let her go. I had to.
Fully aware…
I was royally fucked.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-TWO
JULIUS
Call it instinct.
Perception.
Madness.
