Release date 8/25/16!
Without warning he wrapped a large hand around the back of my neck and pulled me closer. I caught my breath, my hands automatically landing on his chest. “Maybe this will help, yeah?” I didn’t think he’d really kiss me until he was doing it.
I swooned against him like a smitten teenager kissing her favorite rock star. It had been years since I’d been kissed like this, so long that it felt like my first kiss, and let me tell you the man knew how to kiss. It was no soft, sweet brushing of our lips either. There was nothing shy about him. He crushed my mouth beneath his in a rough claiming that left no doubt to anyone observing that I was his. Well, at least for that moment. I should have gotten angry at his highhandedness but it was all I could do to grip the front of his jacket to keep from sinking to the floor.
My white, cotton, panties were instantly wet and I was burning up inside, sure that everyone there knew how I was feeling at that moment. A fireball uncurled in my belly as he continued to work his masterful mouth against mine, being so bold as to force my mouth open for his probing tongue.
Oh.
My.
God.
Desire thrummed through me as if someone had shot me up with a powerful aphrodisiac, and the moan I let loose sounded like a canon blast going off. I’d never felt anything like it. He was fucking my mouth, there was no other explanation, working his tongue in and out like a cock, and that’s when I felt his erection against my belly. Sweet Jesus he was going to have to pick me up off the floor if he didn’t release me soon. His low growl vibrated through me, adding to the intensity.
Holy, fucking, smokes! When he finally pulled back it wasn’t far enough. Our breaths collided, warm and erratic. I knew I was shaking badly. His eyes stayed glued to mine for a hundred years, intensifying the electricity of the unexpected kiss. Heck, it was more than just a kiss. The man had touched my soul. If it hadn’t been for the clearing of someone’s throat I might have remained against him until the end of time.
I don’t know how I managed it but I stepped back, shaken, and certain that my face was as red-hot as I felt. He appeared unaffected though, his expression stretched taut over his square jawbone, yet I knew that he was affected. His hard-on was evident and his eyes were glazed with dark passion, and something else. Satisfaction?
*excerpt not edited or finalized
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