“If you did that the way I wanted, it would probablymake me pass out.”
“Pretty extreme reaction for something so small.”
“It isn’t small, though. It’s you giving yourself over to it.”
“And you like that idea?”
She didn’t know what she liked best about the question: the fact that he sounded almost surprised, or the way he looked at her when he said it. There was clear pleasure on his face—she could see it. And that definitely destroyed some of the barriers that had been holding her back. Now when she answered, she sounded near breathless.
Plus, the words came in such a rush.
“Oh god, yes. Yes. Fuck, just the thought of you losing some of that control…of you suddenlykissing me back all hot and wet and greedy…yeah, that does it for me. That does it for me in a way I didn’t even think was possible anymore. Honestly, I thought that part of me was gone, but one suggestion from you that you’d kiss me back like that, and I’m trembling,” she blurted out. Then before she could stop it, “I’m thinking of a dozen other things I’d do.”
Though incredibly, he didn’t seem to mind.
He kept his gaze locked with hers.
And he carried on talking. “So, a kiss wouldn’t be enough.”
“No, god no, not after that.”
“You’d want more of me.”
“So much more. All the parts of you I didn’t even know I was going crazy over—your throat when you ran two fingers over it and your body when you took off your jacket, oh man that body, that body. I just want to kiss every inch of it. Lick every inch of it. See if you taste the way you smell, all cinnamon-sweet. See if you’d moan when I found someplace that’s gone way too long without.”
This time, there was more of a reaction.
His eyes stuttered closed, for the barest moment.
And his voice, when he spoke, sounded different.
Deeper, she thought. So deep in this, he could no longer make himself stop.
“That’s all of me. All of me has gone a long time without.”
“So, I guess it wouldn’t take much, then.”
“I don’t know. I don’t know.”
“Just a hand underneath the waistband of your jeans.”
“A second ago you were licking my throat.”
“And now, I want to lick something else.”
“Oh, JesusChrist,” he said, and she knew, she knew as soon as he did that she’d broken through his restraint. She heard it in the suddenly tight, high tone of his voice, and saw it in the way he suddenly put his hands in his hair.
But even so, she wasn’t expecting him to take hold of her face.
And she definitely wasn’t expecting him to abruptly bridge the space between them.
It was a shock—though, god, it was the best one she’d ever had. It was like getting a rug pulled out from under her, only the rug was as sexy as fuck, and the fall didn’t hurt at all, and once she was on the floor, she didn’t feel bitter.
She felt like begging for more, more, more.
But then he stopped within a millimeter of her lips.
He hesitated, right at the very last possible second.
