And captured my lips.
I’d known all along my brother was partially the reason this handsome man had shied away. I was the little sister, the best friend’s family member. Someone never to be touched. At least that’s what I’d suspected when trying to justify his deplorable actions even years later.
The lights all around me flashed in my mind’s eye, but the effect was the same as if the electricity had shut off. I was blindsided by the swell of emotions. They were the same as all those years ago, only I’d been little more than a girl then. Now I was a woman who’d learned how to express her wants and needs. A woman who wasn’t shy about allowing herself to feel the kind of burning desire that she’d only read about as a teenager.
This time, the kiss was even more explosive. And this time we were both ready to taste the forbidden.
His lips were soft and hot, his tongue finding mine within seconds. I was pushed to a point of no return, now clinging to him with both hands, finally sliding one over his shoulders totangle my fingers in his hair. Something I’d wanted to do for so long.
The taste of whiskey and temptation assaulted my mouth, sweet and tangy. The lightheadedness remained, my body swaying from the lack of oxygen as the kiss became a blurring passionate roar.
I’d never thought a man could kiss like this, causing micro explosions tickling every inch of skin. But that’s exactly what was happening.
When he broke the kiss momentarily, he allowed a primitive growl that thrilled me more than anything he could say. He wasn’t finished exploring my mouth, capturing my lips again as he rolled his hand down my back.
With a single snap of his palm against my backside, he pushed the longing to another plateau, the claiming complete.
His tongue dominated mine, the heat from his body driving flames deep within my core. He pulled me even closer, cupping my butt cheek with one hand. When he shifted his hips back and forth, I knew exactly what the man desired.
All of me.
Rock hard and throbbing, the intense pressure as he ground his hips against me left me breathless, still moaning into the kiss. He captured every sound, twisting the moment into fervent, savage passion while pulling me off my feet.
I wrapped both arms around his neck, rubbing the top of his back, his muscles tingling my fingertips. As soon as I pressed one bent knee against his thigh, he spun me around, pushing meagainst the island. There was a sudden urgency in the kiss, the need close to becoming desperate.
Every action became rougher. Needier.
The hunger continued to build, the heat more explosive. The act became wild, so savage we were both running our hands up and down the other’s body, our breathing so labored every sound was breathless.
Even the memory of the kiss from years before paled in comparison to the incredible moment shared. When he broke the kiss, we both laughed almost as if nerves had kicked in. But I could tell by the wild look in his eyes my concept was false. This was all about the anticipation, excitement building to a jagged precipice.
Axe slipped his fingers under my chin, flexing all five while lifting my head. His eyes were on fire and as he dropped his head, I shuddered deep within. The single drag of his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other had me swaying back and forth.
Forced to grip his arms, every sound was close to a whimper as he bit my lower lip, sucking on the tender tissue. The second he pulled away, his eyes sweeping down the length of my face to my chest, I gathered a sense what I’d fantasized about for so long was about to happen.
Would this lead to unwanted complications while I was in town? Maybe, but one afternoon spent wallowing in romance didn’t a relationship make.
Plus, I could easily keep him at arm’s length.
A once in a lifetime romantic moment. What was wrong with that?
If he was thinking the same thing, I wouldn’t know it. Without any hesitation and with a mischievous smile on his face, he yanked off the borrowed tee shirt I was wearing, tossing it aside. Maybe seeing me partially naked again did something to his psyche because as soon as my chest was bare, his smile faded.
His eyes darkened.
His body tensed.
“Christ,” he muttered.
“What’s wrong?” I threw an arm over my breasts, as if that would keep him from seeing more of me. Or the fact my nipples were rock hard, much like the thick bulge between his legs.
As he scrubbed his hand across his jaw, I noticed his eyes were slightly dilated. “There’s nothing wrong, Kenzie.” With a gentle touch, he pulled my arm free and this time as he shook his head, there was no doubt about what his thoughts were.
He was as breathless as I’d become.
With a single darting glance, he cupped both my breasts and as soon as he did, I gripped the edge of the counter with one hand, pressing the palm of my other against his chest.
“Are you trying to keep me away?” he asked in his usual gruff voice, only there was even more of an edge. “That’s not going to happen. I’ve waited too fucking long.”
