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“I need to speak to you alone.”
I stalked out of the living room and into the back room I’d used to change clothes. The room was lit by candlelight, with a small twin-size bed and old hand-made wooden furniture.
The door squeaked when she pushed it inward and filled the doorway. She didn’t speak but pushed it behind her and stepped into the room with me.
It was the end of this longing. I would kiss her, put this fire out that had come to life by itself, and be done with it.
She lifted a brow after several minutes of silence. “Are you going to say something? Or stare?”
Curling my fingers into fists, I stepped closer, loving that she didn’t back away from me. “There is something that I need to do. I have something pulling me toward you that I can’t explain. I’m not interested in a relationship or anything other than what I’m about to do. I’m putting this out now. I just need you to agree to it.”
The corner of her mouth tugged into a smile. “What are we talking about here? A dance? A conversation about our feelings—”
Dammit. She wanted me to say it.
I took two steps closer to her and barricaded her against the wall. My thigh wedged between hers, and our bodies touched.
The warmth in my blood ignited. The tension in the air boiled over into heavy pants and the longest eye contact I’d ever experienced.
“Oh,” she teased. “You want to kiss me?”
I wanted to do so much more than kiss her.
The smile on her face was daring. A simple look that undid me like a small child.
Tangling my fingers into her dark locks, I angled her mouth upward, giving me access to what I needed the most.
A soft sigh fell from her, and she closed her eyes.
It was the heavy lure of her breath and heartbeat that drummed inside of me. Lowering my mouth to hers, I whispered, “Just one kiss.”
I stopped her chuckle with my mouth.
The lush feel of her lips against mine spiraled like an unhinged tornado. She whimpered something, but I became needy or greedy, whatever you wanted to call it.
I pulled on her hair and deepened our kiss.
She reached upward and curled my t-shirt into her palm, squirming on my leg. I lifted her without hesitation to my hips, keeping her trapped against the wall, where I could get to her.
Everything about her taste, the soft pressure of her tongue in my mouth sent me into chaos. I wasn’t sure I could stop. She pressed her opened thighs against mine and cried out in a blissful pain that wrecked me.
This wasn’t going to stop the fire. It was fueling it.
I knew right that second that I would never get enough of her.
Sliding my palm down to the curve of her thigh, I walked her from the wall while she clung to me and dropped her to the twin bed.
Lust and excitement traveled over her face.
I knew her body, her true self, was lying on the table in the other room, but if it was any indication of how it would feel to touch her, I wanted it.
Before I lowered myself on top of her, she lifted her foot and placed it on my chest. She was dirty and dressed in ragged clothes, but I don’t think I’d ever wanted anyone more.
“Don’t come down here if you’re never going to give me this again,” she demanded. “Don’t torture me. I don’t deserve it.”
She was right, and I was so gone that I couldn’t deny it.
Placing one hand on each side of her, I lowered myself between her legs and kissed her. Her hair spanned around her head like a halo. She tangled her fingers into mine and wrapped both legs around my waist.
