The first touch of our lips is so tender it’sbarely a kiss. Yet it reaches to the pit of my soul and twists it tight.
‘Fuck, Kat,’ I moan against her lips before deepening the kiss, her mouth giving way to the press of my tongue. I doubt I’m any good at it, I’ve never willingly kissed anyone before. But if there are points for feeling, I’m there. Emotion and need pile up with every swipe of her sweet tongue. I fold my body against her, needing more of her.
All of her.
My Kat.
Is kissing me.
Shewantsto kiss me.
My knees feel weak as she lets out the softest moan against my lips, and I press her more firmly to the bookcase with my hips just to make her do it again.
She tastes faintly of coffee, and her lips are softer than I imagined. Kissing her is a world away from kissing a man under force with his five o’clock shadow grazing my face. Suddenly, I understand why people stop in the street and kiss each other with such abandon at times.
I could kiss her forever.
As the moments tick by, I can’t help but tip her head, keeping her eyes covered, and take more from her. I need her. The sounds she makes are incredible, the softest pants and the sweetest moans. She leans into my urgency, giving me what I demand from her without theslightest hesitation. It guts me harder than any cut in the ring ever has.
She lifts her hands to my chest, her fingers digging into the fabric of my top and demanding more. Then they move to my face, the part uncovered by my mask. Close enough to feel the scars.
I pull back, tugging the mask down before uncovering her eyes.
She blinks, her lips still slightly parted and her cheeks flushed.
‘I’m sorry,’ she says. ‘I got carried away.’
I cup her chin in one gloved hand, stroking her jaw with my thumb. ‘You never need to apologise to me. I’m just not ready for that yet. I will be, one day.’
When I think who I really am won’t make you run. When I earn your love by catching the fucker following you.I know I don’t deserve her yet, but maybe I can.
‘Was it what you imagined?’ she asks. ‘Ignore that. You probably didn’t… I mean, you must have kissed so many girls… Look at the size of you. And those dark eyes.’ She blushes furiously, and I adore it.
‘No,’ I say. ‘It’s always been you.Only ever you.’
She looks at me for a long moment, those blue eyes shining.
God, I’d burn the world down to keep her looking at me like she is right now.
FIFTEEN
KAT
I haven’t beenable to focus since I got home. Reading the same sentence over and over while obsessing over the kiss.
It was gentle, yet demanding. As much as he yielded to me, he met me with a control that was addictive.
Already I want more.
Rolling over, I abandon my book and stare at the ceiling, my finger clamping around the heart stone that’s always reminded me of him. Always will.
My phone beeps, a notification popping up when I find it among the covers.
I click through to a blank account, nothing to recognise other than the name.
Heart_Eyes.
My pulse skips until I remind myself that I can’tafford to be trusting. It could be anyone. It could be theotherone, he’d seen the mask as clearly as I.
