In less than a second, it’s over, leaving me craving his mouth.
I imagine his lips ghosting over other parts of my skin and the rush surging through my veins confirms that I do want Leks. More than I’ve ever wanted anyone.
My eyelids feel heavy, my body aching with need for him.
I shake my head from side to side in rejection of his offer, watching a hooded expression that mirrors my own dropping over Leks’s eyes as he looks down at me.
“That doesn’t count. It has to be a proper kiss,” I breathe, craving the feeling of his mouth so much that if I don’t get it I might burst.
He exhales roughly, his face still close to mine, and releases one of my hands to brush his thumb along my jawline thoughtfully.
“If I recall correctly, the last time I kissed you properly, you bit me.”
A blush creeps up my neck. “You deserved it.”
Leks chuckles.
“One proper kiss, Natalia. One kiss and you won’t go back to finish that game with Yuri.”
“One kiss,” I agree.
I’m aware of everything.
His slow, careful, descent towards my mouth.
The deep breath he releases before he closes his lips over mine.
The way his heavy hand stays on my wrist, holding me in place, while his other hand tangles through my hair and cups the back of my neck.
“Just one,” he mutters under his breath. I don’t know if he’s warning himself or me.
Because when his lips meet mine, I know that I’m never going to get enough of this. I open my mouth to gasp with pleasure as the kiss deepens, his tongue sweeping through my mouth as though he’s tasting me.
His stubble scratches against my skin, the burn only heightening my desire. I can taste him everywhere.
Oxygen is a precious resource. I try to save it so that I don’t have to break away from him, so that I don’t have to end this. I kiss him until my lips get weak and tremble enough that I can’t keep going.
I don’t want it to be over but at the same time, I can’t do it anymore.
Regretfully, I pull away from him and suck in a breath.
It’s over.
“Natalia, were you holding your breath?”
“You said one kiss. That was one kiss,” I splutter.
Leks doesn’t pull back or let me go. He leans forward, lips hot on my skin, and presses a line of kisses along my jaw. It does not help with my breathing. The sensation makes my breath catch in my throat.
He brings his mouth to the hollow under my jaw and laughs to himself as his lips feel my racing pulse, my shaking gasps.
“How’s that for one kiss?” he murmurs.
“I think I need another one.”
When I’ve finally got my breath back, I capture his lips with mine again and can’t suppress a moan.
I think I’m addicted to his taste. The strong, clean scent of cedar and soap. This time I rake my free hand through his coarse, dark hair as his tongue tangles with mine and his rough lips sweep over my mouth.An empty, aching need opens up at the base of my stomach and I lift my hips to him. Is he hard? How would I know?
