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“I…not particularly.”
He swallows thickly. “Very. It’s very hot.” His gaze drops to my lips. At least, I think they drop to my lips, but maybe it’s just my wishful thinking. “We should talk about the curse. I know that. But, uh, can I kiss you again?”
Surprised, I let out a sharp gasp that sounds like a burp. I clasp my hands over my mouth in horror, but Kirian just laughs. His laugh undoes me. It makes my belly pinch, my clit throb, and my nipples hard and pokey again. Holy banana splits, it’s getting hot in here, but I’m not ready to let this end. I don’t want to walk out the door. We still have some time before five, if that’s the magic pumpkin-turning time. I should seriously analyze that because it needs analyzing, but not right now. Right now, my hoo-ha is shouting something in elation, my nipples are doing a happy dance, and my entire body is on board with this, even if I feel raw, vulnerable, and scared.
Curse or not, I really want Kirian to kiss me again. Right. Now.
I can’t get words out, so instead, I hurtle across the room, and we crash together in a tangle of frantic limbs. Kirian scoops me up with arms that are ridiculously strong and all bulgy with muscle. I wrap my legs around his waist, which is genuinely thick as a tree, and I kind of do scale him. He backs me up, not stopping until my butt is edging up on the island, and then he goes for it. He goes straight for the kiss of a lifetime. His beard scratches me all over, and his tongue sweeps over my bottom lip, demanding entry at the seam of my mouth. I let him in, and I let him go for it—this kiss and me. The normally hesitant, reluctant, lonely, vanilla me goes for it too and kisses him right back.
CHAPTER 10
Kirian
I bury my hand in Lindy’s coppery hair, and it spills out of her bun, coming down like warm, sunshiny baked golden…I don’t know. I don’t even know how to finish that sentence, but it’s just so soft. I groan into Lindy’s mouth, and she sweeps her tongue over mine in response. My dick is so hard that it feels like it could literally break off if jammed the wrong way—something I don’t want to contemplate right now.
Lindy’s heels dig into my ass. Her legs are still wrapped around my hips. She throws her arms around my neck and clings to me, and it’s like I’m coming fully alive for the first time ever. Not just in the downstairs department, where my dick is roaring, and my balls are so heavy and full that they feel like they’ve been replaced with overripe grapefruits, but everywhere. All over. Every cell I didn’t know I had is lighting up, enjoying this.
I want to savor this. I want to savor every flick of Lindy’s tongue over my lips, every glide of her tongue over mine, and the way she tastes like vanilla, but not the gross cake. Somehow, that cake has turned into magic on her.
She’s so wonderfully sexy, smart, and attractive. God, I want this. I want this with her. I want to kiss her, taste her, and worship her in a way I’ve never really wanted to do before because doing all those things terrified me since it always either meant strings or the possibility of making the curse come true.
It doesn’t make sense. This should feel wrong. I shouldn’t want to give in and make the curse a self-fulfilling prophecy, but it’s exactly what I want. I’m now in more danger than ever of the curse coming true and finding my soulmate. I think I’ve found her, and I still want to do this, even though it’s dangerous.
Lindy wriggles against me, and my hard dick presses even harder into her stomach, throbbing there. She writhes on the island, trying to nudge me to somewhere other than her stomach. I’m still kissing her and devouring her mouth, and she’s still frantically claiming mine back.
“Take your shirt off,” she orders thickly. “I want to look at you. I want to eat cake off your abs.”
It’s a strange thing to say and an even stranger thing to hear, but right now, it just sounds so damn hot. I step back, and Lindy whimpers. I shed my jacket and undo the buttons on my shirt, peeling it away. My mouth goes dry when I watch her lips part, her eyes becoming heavy and dark.
“Holy fucknuts,” she whispers. “I…I remember what you looked like when I burgled your house, but wow. I mean, just…it’s so much better in the daylight.”
“That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard anyone say,” I murmur with a grin.
