Page 228 of When a Soul Cries

The kiss deepened.

Her lips parted beneath mine, and when my tongue brushed hers, a soft sound escaped the back of her throat.

My dick jumped hard enough against my pants to make my jaw clench.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I slid my hand from her waist to the curve of her hip, fighting every instinct telling me to take more than she had offered.

When I finally pulled back enough to look at her, Sol’s eyes were half-lidded and her breathing came faster.

“You good?” I asked, my voice rougher than before.

She nodded.

I kept my hand where it was.

“Tell me.”

Her eyes stayed on mine.

“I’m good.”

Then Sol leaned forward and kissed me.

That damn near took every bit of restraint I had left.

My hands tightened around her waist as I pulled her against me again, her body fitting against mine too damn well.

Then my phone rang.

I ignored it.

Sol laughed softly against my mouth.

“You gonna answer that?”

“No.”

The ringing stopped.

Three seconds later, it started again.

I slowly lifted my head with a groan.

Sol’s lips curved as she looked at me. “That sounds important.”

“Whoever this is about to piss me the fuck off.”

I pulled the phone from my pocket.

Kai.

The irritation disappeared immediately.

My brother didn’t call twice for nothing.

I answered.