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“So, Marisa, what do you say? I think it’s well past time I got to kiss you.” His eyes flickered with desire.
I nodded my permission. The way he demanded a kiss in the form of a justified belief left me stunned.
His hands gripped my waist for the quickest of moments before he tugged me to him. The feeling of his rock-hard body against mine steadied me. At the same time, though, the close proximity and being in his hold unnerved me.
Hot damn, Tyler was fucking hot. I craved the nearness of his body and the heat of his touch. Yet a disturbing awareness coursed through my body as I remembered how adamant I was about no-strings-attached sex.
His left hand settled at my waist, while his right traveled up to my back where my skin was exposed. My skin prickled as he leaned in. The heat of his hands radiated against my bare flesh. His touch was a punch in the gut.
He deliberately licked his lips, fascinating me with his tongue and how it moved. I found it difficult to breathe, now imagining his tongue roaming over every inch of my body in the same delicious way. My mind was battling my body for control, and I slowly realized that my body was going to lose the fight.
Saving me from myself, Tyler yanked me to him and ended my suffering. His lips met mine with such a ferocity it could have been deemed hostile. But I welcomed the delicious assault and allowed him full access after he traced my lips with his wicked tongue. Opening my mouth, he plunged in, swirling his tongue with mine.
It was the kind of kiss I wanted to drown in.
My knees were weak. The weight of his body against me, my arms hooked over his shoulders, his arms linked around me, all kept me from falling straight onto the pavement.
He attacked my mouth in the most delicious and seductive way. He dug his fingers into my back. It was an aggressive clutch, his way of taking a possessive hold on me. I approved of the animalistic demeanor, completely wrecked by the sinful change in him.
I was vaguely aware that we were on the street making out like two horny teenagers. Anyone walking by or inside the restaurant could see us. I didn’t care though. His kissing technique was insane.
Reluctantly, I leaned away. I was breathless when I said, “I know you have to go.”
His perfect lips were slightly parted.
The responsibilities and demands of the job were calling. When people counted on you, especially as they did in our lines of work, we had to be able to draw a line in the proverbial sand. The line between work and lust had to be inflexible. When it came to people’s lives, we couldn’t take risks. I knew how it was.
“I need just one more,” he growled and slammed his mouth to mine.
My eyes fluttered closed as he kissed me again.
Slowly, his fingers trailed the bare skin of my back. A shock of desire seeped into my bones as he poured himself into our second kiss. The lustful current flowing between us was even more powerful than it was during the first one.
It was as if he owned my lips as he fused his mouth to mine. The way his tongue swiped against mine, plunged into my mouth, and sucked on me like he planned to when he finally got between my legs. Holy guacamole! His skills were fan-fucking-tastic.
The groan on his lips as he left mine again vocalized my own frustration.
My eyes were still closed. “I know,” I said, still feeling him against me.
His lips brushed against my ear, and he whispered, “One more kiss, Marisa.” His words made me want to giggle, but the heat of his breath against my ear elicited another moan, reignited the lust I knew I should want so badly to smother. But I didn’t want to smother it. I wanted to embrace it. It was pathetic how much I wanted it. How much I wanted him. As heat radiated through my body again, I could feel my desire pulsating in between my legs.
I lost myself in another incredible kiss. His skilled mouth, his wicked tongue, and the severity of his embrace discombobulated every intelligible brain cell I had left. And sadly, there weren’t many left in that instant.
I kissed him as deeply as I could, knowing our time was coming to an end. I moaned with him as we brushed against one another, feeling the impassioned heat from one another’s bodies. Releasing my hold on him, I dragged my hands down his chest, running them over his pecs and torso, feeling his abs flex under my touch. I wanted to sneak under his shirt, and feel his flesh, feel his muscles, as I scraped over them with my nails.
His arms tightened around me, effectively securing me to his chest. I couldn’t move my hands over him, and I realized the meaning of his body-hugging hold. If he allowed me to keep going, he’d be even more tempted to skip out on his job.
Knowing how I worked, Tyler wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if something happened when he was supposed to be there ensuring it didn’t.
I forced myself to break away, then tilted my head to the side. The smile he gave me was forced. His handsomely chiseled face and adorably dimpled cheeks were still as appealing though. I could stand here and appreciate his perfection until sunrise. I’d be perfectly okay with that.
“I wish I didn’t have to go.”
I shook my head. “I get it. No worries.”
“I’ll text you . . .”
“Sure. Anytime,” I said. We both knew our words were corny, but how else did we say goodbye when all we wanted to do was take this to the backseat of his car like the overstimulated teenagers we were acting like. “Go on. Go save the world,” I told him with a little push.
