Her kisses aren’t polished.
They’re not practiced.
They’re real.
And the second her mouth moves against mine with that raw, unfiltered want, I know one thing for certain—no man has ever touched her the way I’m about to.
And no one ever will again.
I have a new obsession.And it’s this.
I’m going to do everything I possibly can to make damn sure she never doubts herself again.
Chapter15
Kelly
.Holy.Shit.Fuck.
I can’t think clearly enough to form a proper string of curse words.
Can’t even think in full sentences.
And it’s all because J.T.Lawrence is kissing the ever-living fuck out of me.
He tastes good.
Like espresso and chocolate and something darker underneath.Something that’s just him—warm and commanding and a little bit dangerous.
His mouth moves over my cheek, down my neck, slow and deliberate, and when he finds my breast, I arch without thinking.
Not because I’m performing.
Because I need more.
More of his attention.More of his kisses.More of whatever magic he’s doing to make me feel this way.
I swear I feel him smile against my skin.
Then he opens his mouth, and he sucks my breast inside.
The sensation of his lips, his tongue, his teeth—hot, intent, reverent and greedy all at once—sends a shock straight through me.
Heat blooms low in my belly, spreading outward until my fingertips tingle.
I know this isn’t new territory.
This is light even for foreplay.
I’m aware of that.
I mean, I’ve been married.
I’ve shared a bed with a man for over twenty years.
But this?This feels new.
This feels like discovery.
