The heat of her body against his was the sexiest thing he’d ever experienced, and they were only kissing, albeit like two people who feared kissing would be outlawed the next day.
He came up for air only out of absolute necessity and stared down at her, noting her closed eyes, flushed cheeks and damp, swollen lips.A surge of tenderness took him by surprise as it became clear he’d do anything for her, anything at all, even break his own rules to have her in his life.
Her eyes fluttered open.“Why’d you stop?”
“I needed to breathe.”
She smiled, and he was lost to her, captivated, spellbound.
He brushed a soft, sweet kiss over her lips and rested his forehead on hers as she ran her fingers through the hair that curled at the ends against his neck, sending a shiver down his back.
“Julian…”
“Hmm?”
“It’s okay if you want to keep kissing me.”
“There’s nothing I want more than that, but…”
“No buts.It’s what I want.”
He’d never felt so torn between what he wanted just as much as she did and what he knew to be right.“Can we talk about this for a minute?”
“Only a minute.”
“I can’t talk to you when you’re pressed against me like this.”
She curled her legs around his, trapping him, and he whimpered.“Don’t go.Not yet.”
“Isla…”
“Yes, Julian?”
He huffed out a laugh at the prim way she said that.“I’m trying to do the right thing here.”
“And I’m begging you not to.”
As his head dropped to her shoulder, he released a groan that came out sounding like a tortured moan.His lips found the warm skin of her neck, and he forgot all about why he’d thought it was a good idea to put a stop to this or slow things down or do anything other than what every cell in his body wanted to do.
He’d been taken over by some sort of invisible force that was leading him to something so much bigger than he could comprehend, with her sweet scent filling his senses and her hands under his shirt, searing his back with her heat.He was falling off a cliff, and a fall had never been so exciting.
“Take me to bed, Julian.Please.”
Her words were like gas on an already out-of-control fire.He was on the verge of complying when her phone rang, and she froze.
“I have to get that.”
They disentangled themselves, and she got up to return to the kitchen, while he sat back on the sofa and tried to catch his breath.He could hear her talking on the phone but couldn’t make out what she was saying over the loud drumbeat of desire that had overtaken him.
When she came back into the room, the first thing he noticed was the bare shoulder peeking out from under her sweater, the kiss-swollen lips and the hair he’d messed up with his hands.
“My magic coach has just turned into a pumpkin.Mila is throwing up and screaming for Mommy.I have to go home.”
“I’ll take you.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
