“I couldn’t wait any longer,” he rasped, and that’s when he made a lifelong wish come true by connecting his lips to Lisa’s once again.
A decade in the making, and he groaned instantly under the softness and feeling how she gasped, but it only gave Splice the opening he’d craved as he tipped his head to the side to gain better access to the sweetest pair of lips.
There was no pushback from Lisa.
He felt her hands fold into the front of his open jacket, gripping his shirt, and though he had his head dipped as low as he could go, she still needed to rise on her toes.
Their bodies brushed together, and they moaned in sync.
Splice was catapulted back ten years, evoking everything he’d felt then with the first kiss. Nothing about her mouth had changed, except she’d become sweeter, tempting him into sin as he moved his mouth, kissing her with a kind of controlled desperation he’d never felt before.
Trying to hold himself in check was about the hardest shit on earth, but he didn’t grind into her belly as he wanted to. Splice just let his hand curve around the back of Lisa’s head while the other hand cupped the side of her face delicately, while he ate at her lips, with hunger burning through his body. He didn’t even use his tongue, but he sucked on her top lip, dominating the sweetness right from the source while Lisa enticed him with slow moves of her mouth, opening only the slightest way, like she knew how to drive him straight to hell to have more.
“Ryan,” she whispered between demanding kisses.
Kisses he couldn’t end, only allowing Lisa a moment’s breath before he dove back in again, nibbling her lower lip, then moving to the top one.
“Ryan, she moaned again, her hands roaming up to his shoulders. He detached their mouths, breathing in her exhaled air; her eyes were like two diamonds.
“Just this,” he promised, “just this mouth.” And then he went for it again, eating her moans, swallowing them down to his soul, keeping them hostage.
Fuck. Lisa had no idea how her sweet mouth had ripped his soul open.
Without thinking, he swept Lisa into his arms and onto his lap in the dark living room, lit by the paused TV. He’d done all that without breaking the connection of their mouths.
“Only this,” he told her again, cupping her head fully with his two hands.
If he could have vocalized what perfection was, it would have been the moment he felt Lisa nestled into his chest, offering her gorgeous mouth like a prize as her hand snuck around his neck, staying there while they kissed like two desperate people who’d missed each other.
EIGHTEEN
Lisa
After a night of restless sleeping, with only Ryan’s kisses on her mind, Lisa was in a daze most of that morning as she worked diligently on translations.
Not getting enough sleep made it hard to be productive, so she had to rely on her best buddy, coffee, to get her going.
Who the heck could have slept after having the life kissed out of her by the sexiest biker? She was sure she was still floating somewhere near Mars, and each time she let herself think about those epic kisses that had lasted forever, she felt the tug of desire low in her belly.
Ryan’s attractiveness was undeniable.
He was the epitome of sin and seduction, packaged with a swagger.
There was no health warning label for his kind—but her heart responded with hard, excited gallops.
The way he’d walked into her house and just kissed her, it was a page out of her fantasies, and the effects of last night were still playing out on her body as she finally closed the computer and pushed away from her work desk. She was sore and stiff – from work, nothing else.
The ping of her phone made Lisa almost vault to the ceiling, anticipating more texts from Ryan. He’d messaged good morning hours ago.
But it was the girls’ group chat, with Scarlett inviting everyone to the Diablos’ clubhouse for a coffee afternoon.
She grabbed her purse and keys but stopped dead on the doorstep when she saw her car. Nowvandalized. Shock had Lisa’s feet hurrying down the path, seeing every window smashed, the wing mirrors snapped off, and graffiti painted over every inch of bodywork.
“What the hell?” she exclaimed, walking around to see that the other side was just as bad.
A cop didn’t show up for over an hour to get the info and give her a crime number for the insurance. Other than that, he said it was probably local kids having fun.
Little delinquents needed to learn to have fun on playgrounds like she used to.
