Both eager and afraid.
My chest tightened in a fist, tighter than it ever had, fully aware that she was exposing something that she hadn’t before.
I just couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
A good man would tear himself away. Get the fuck out of there before he crossed a line he couldn’t undo.
But I wasn’t close to one of those, and with her, I’d been crossing them all along.
A captive to the gravity that she emitted.
“I shouldn’t be here like this with you, Brinley. Shouldn’t be touching you at all. But I don’t know how to stop when it comes to you. The way you make me feel…”
Electricity crackled in the air. A connection that burned where I held her on either side of the face.
Her sweet breaths panted into my face.
Apples and almonds and cream.
So delectably sweet that I knew I was touching on some kind of innocence that I hadn’t recognized in her before.
Her lips parted on a rush of desire.
“I’ll ruin you,” I gritted again.
Those eyes were so wide as she begged, “I want to know what that feels like.”
Fuck it.
Fuck the questions and the consequences.
I dove in. Our mouths and souls colliding.
It was a clash of desperation and the pent-up desire that had been working between us since the moment she descended like a storm onto my property.
Full scale combustion.
Tongues and lips and teeth.
All while these wayward specks inside me ached to become something different.
Wishing that I was different than the man I’d become.
A man who’d do anything to be good enough to stand at her side. Good enough to call her mine.
It’s your heart. It’s your heart.
That thought alone should send me running out the door.
Instead, I drove my fingers into her hair, gripping onto the erratic curls, driving the madness higher. Brinley’s lips were so fucking soft, so fucking delicious, that I knew they had to be coated in poison.
Had to be with the way I’d gone delirious.
Caught on a rush of dizziness that took me whole as I pushed the kiss farther, the surging of something massive and overpowering that ballooned in my chest.
Something brighter than I’d ever experienced before.
Needy fingers fisted in the shirt beneath my coveralls that were partially unzipped, and she gasped these short, whimpered breaths into my mouth as I shifted my head from side to side, devouring her mouth and wishing that I could sink all the way inside.
