Page 105 of Temporary Vows

God, I should step back. Pull away. Do something more than just sit here, relishing his fingers on my skin.

“Dorian, I should?—"

“Come here.” Oh God, his voice, and that commanding tone again.

I’m a lost cause, and before I can think to try and save myself, he closes the distance.

His mouth finds mine, and everything stills. Time, the world, my body.

Then desire takes over, and I’m kissing him back before I can think better of it.

He catches my throat, pulling me closer, then he kisses me like he’s been waiting for this moment and has no intention of wasting it.

A soft moan escapes me, and the heat from earlier flares all over again.

Dorian pulls back just enough to look at me with that captivated spark in his eyes. It was the moan.

His grip tightens. Not enough to hurt, just enough to blur the lines between us and tell me he’s the one in charge of what happens next.

But we’re not supposed to be real.The contract. The arrangement.The show for those who need to see what he wants them to see. But there’s no one in here besides us.

The thought snaps me, pulling a trace of my sanity back.

“There are no cameras,” I whisper, my voice so quiet I might as well stay silent. “No reporters.” I speak a notch louder.

A menacing smile inches across his lips. “I don’t need them to give me a reason to kiss you.” His voice drops, and I feel it more than I hear it.

My heart speeds then trips over the erratic beat as I gaze back at him, trying to process what he’s saying to me.

“Don’t you?” I rasp.

His gaze doesn’t soften. “No, Lamb. And they don’t get to see what I do to you behind closed doors.”

The declaration twists low in my stomach, and I’m right back at that shameless point where my body betrays me.

“What are you going to do to me?” The words slip out, roughened by desire I can no longer hold back.

“Right now, I’m real interested to find out what you taste like.”

“Taste…” I can hardly get the word out.

“Come here.” His voice is rough and daring.

Like a mindless puppet, I move toward him, obeying. I’ve lost my mind. It has to be that. I am lost to whatever stroke of insanity has taken me.

And now it has claimed my body and soul. His mouth meets mine, and the contract takes the rest of my resolve, silencing the voice in my head pleading with me to slow down and remember this is Dorian Vale. But I don’t listen. I don’t want to.

I curve into him, crushing my chest against his muscular planes, while he cups the back of my head to deepen the kiss. Then he picks me up, slipping his arm around my waist, and is moving with me until suddenly, my back crashes against thewall. I don’t even know what wall. All I’m aware of is his lips on mine.

And that they feel incredible.

He kisses me like he’s been starving and whatever restraint he’d erected between us has now dissolved.

That part of me that used to have feelings for him melts against him, and a bolt of shock spirals through my mind as I realize with certainty that I’m still that girl.

God, there is noused to beor eventhat part of me. The emotion never left. It just lay dormant. Until now.

Dorian’s grip grows tighter, as though he can hear my thoughts, and he plunges his tongue deeper into my mouth, probing every corner with every sweep.