Book Title: (WIP)
Author: Liz Lincoln
Readers, please note that SMEXY means certain language differences. We're talking body parts and f-bombs here. You've been warned.
He stopped just before their bodies touched. He could feel her heat, feel the pull of her. It took everything in him not to drag her against him and take her right there, up against the door.
“Tell me not to do this.” He lifted a hand to touch her, then dropped it. “Tell me this is a bad idea.”
She laid her palms in the center of his chest. Stroked up to his shoulders. Stepped closer, so her breasts brushed him.
Pleasure and hunger shot through him. Good lord, she was incredible. All she’d done was touch him and he was about to explode.
He shook his head even as it lowered. “This is a bad idea.”
Her breath teased his chin. “Maybe.”
Despite his direct order not to, his arms wrapped around her, anchoring her to him. She was perfect. Maybe it was a bad idea, but it felt so damn good.
He made himself wait, searching her eyes for any sign she didn’t want this. All he saw was desire.
She tilted her head up, her mouth a whisper from his. “Kiss me, Al. Don’t think about it. Just do it.”
With an invitation like that...
His lips covered hers as one hand slid through her hair, holding her head at the perfect angle, mindful of her injury. Part of him wanted to devour her, show her how rough and unforgiving he could be. But he held back. He kissed her the way she deserved to be kissed. Gently. Patiently. With reverence.
But holy hot fucking damn. She even tasted like cherries. Cherries and sex. He'd never eat a cherry again without getting hard.
Her tongue played against his lips, soft at first, then bolder. He opened for her and took control. Plundering. His head spun as his entire blood supply rushed to his cock. It would be so easy to rip those polka dots right off her. Wrap her legs around his waist. One tug, one zip and he could be inside her.
She slid her hands under his shirt, palms flat against his chest, derailing his thought of what he wanted to do. Because what she was doing was so fucking incredible. His skin burned, too tight to be comfortable. Her arms slid around his back, pulling him closer. Even fully clothed, they couldn't possibly get any closer.
He pressed her against the wall, careful not to slam her despite the violence he felt inside. He'd never felt hunger this intense. Even Laura hadn't made him this wild. Need clawed at him, screamed for him to tear into her.
He ripped his mouth from hers and laid kisses along her jaw. He had to taste more of her, not just those addicting lips. Her throat was hot and sweet. Not cherries this time, just the tang of woman, the salt of her perspiration.
Sexy. So fucking sexy.
"Al." His name was barely a word. A breath. She dragged her nails down his back and he answered by pulling his teeth along the edge of her top. She was panting now. She might even have said his name, but he couldn't tell past the pounding of blood in his ears. So there was a little that hadn't gone to his cock.
She pressed wet, openmouthed kissed to his temple, her breath searing his ear as he tasted her skin. This close, he could hear his name in each pant. Each time sent another zing of hunger through him.
He was going to come. He was going to explode right there like some fucking teenager. Hell, he'd never done something like this as a teen. The girls hadn't talked to a dork like him. But now, now with this gorgeous siren is his arms, he was going to blow.
Without letting himself change his mind, he ripped himself away. Stumbled back a step, two. Winded like he'd just sprinted a mile, he bent over, hands on his knees. He closed his eyes and tried to get his thoughts together. Hell, tried to have a thought that wasn't sex! Now! Now, sex! Sexsexsexsexsexsex!
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