He hadsunk his teeth into the lower one, and oh, that was way too much for her to handle. She almost told him to stop it—but what good would stopping have done? He was still moving towards her, in the most agonizingly deliberate way possible. His hand still went to the side of her face, like someone tilting a cup to their lips. And he still kissed her.
Fuck, when he kissed her.
She had half convinced herself the first one had felt like that because it was new. He was new to her; kissing itself had become new again. But as soon as he made contact, she knew she’d just been fooling herself. The simple truth was:
He was fuckingfantasticat it.
Within thirty seconds, she was actually trembling.She had to clench every muscle in her body just to stop it showing, but she knew it wasn’t doing any good. Too many other obvious signs of her excitement followed it, one after the other. Her hands kept bunching his jacket up, no matter his hard she tried to curb them. Her hips would not stop rolling, even though she glued herself to her seat.
And she knew what she looked like.
She was so boiling hot it had to be showing on her face.
She had to be a little flushed, at the very least.
Though, if he noticed, he didn’t say.
In fact, she was starting to think he might never say anything at all. That somehow, when he got to a certain point, his reservations dissolved, and now there was just this. Just frantic kissing in the front seat of his car, like they really were teenagers again.It definitely felt like it. It felt the way it had when she’d rode up to the bluff in Josh Matheson’s Crown Vic, where even the slightest, smallest thing had seemed enormous. His tongue in her mouth had almost made her come.
And it was the same here.
All he had to do was shift a little closer in this discontented, greedy sort of way, and a thrum of pleasure went through her. One tease of his tongue and she was thrilling, as if he’d slipped it into something else entirely. He drew back just a little to lick over her parted lips—like someone allowing themselves just a taste of a too sweet ice cream—and she actually felt her clit ache and swell in response.
Though, it was something far more innocent that really drove her wild.
It was the hand that settled on her side—as if he had just wanted to rest it there.
He didn’t want to touch her breast, even though her breast was now millimeters away.
This was nothing. It was nothing.
Yet, somehow, it waseverything.
Suddenly, all she could think waswhen, when, when. Every second was thick with anticipation, and god, that anticipation was amazing. It made her nipples stiffen into tiny points, as if his fingers were already there, caressing her. And of course, she couldn’t stop thinking what that caress would be like.Soft and teasing, she thought,like his kisses.Just two fingers, circling, circling, circling.
Then just a hint of something filthier. Of something hungrier.
His mouth, for just a second. Or maybe him cupping her breast, in a way that said exactly how much he liked the feel. How much he wanted toknowwhat it felt like.
Yes, oh yes, that would be it. She was sure.
Though, if it was, he seemed reluctant to let it out.The hand stayed right where it was, until she could hardly breathe because of it. She couldn’t think because of it. The weight of him radiated out from that one point, in one long, steady throb.
It was like he was burning her there.
So, it wasn’t a surprise when she broke.
Or, at least, it wasn’t a surprise toher.
Itdefinitelywas one to him.
The very second she slid his hand up over her breast, he stopped dead. His mouth froze against hers, as if she hadn’t moved him a couple of millimeters at all. She’d flicked his switch from on, to off. She’d corrupted his programming, and now he didn’t know how to do anything.His eyes had flicked open, but they didn’t go back to a normal blinking pattern. They just stayed like that, wide eyed in a way she’d never seen before.
Even more alarming: he wasn’t breathing.She was actually starting to think she might have to jumpstart his heart by the time he finally pulled back.
And when he spoke his voice washoarse.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
