AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She’d fantasised a little about what it would feel like to have him touch her—nothing beyond a few light kisses since she’d found the thought of anything else too overwhelming—but the reality was...different. So much hotter. So much more exciting.
If you feel like this now, what will a kiss do to you?
Oh, nothing but destroy her in the best possible way.
‘It’s good,’ she whispered, because it was, and this time she didn’t stutter at all.
Castor released her hand, but kept holding her. ‘Now, what did I say I’d do? Oh, yes... I lift your chin and tilt your head back.’
There was a warm fingertip beneath her chin, exerting a light pressure, easing her head back so she was looking directly up into that fascinating dark golden gaze of his.
It was obvious now, that fierce glitter. That...hunger, and for some reason it was fixating on her. She didn’t know why. What there was about her, plain old Glory Albright, a checkout girl in a tiny grocery store, that made him, one of the most notorious playboys in the world, look at her like that.
Whatever it was though, it terrified her. It also left her trembling with excitement and a hunger that came from somewhere deep inside. A hunger that was entirely selfish, and not at all quiet or polite. A hunger for what came next, because she knew what that was. He’d told her. A kiss.
She quivered, waiting.
Except he didn’t move, his gaze glinting gold.
Glory took a breath, then another. But still he waited. And a surge of impatience went through her. Because she didn’t know why he was holding back and she didn’t want him to.
He was so very close. All she’d have to do to reach that beautiful mouth would be to go up on her tiptoes. It wasn’t far, not very far at all...
She’d come here for Annabel, it was true. Yet right in this moment it wasn’t Annabel she was thinking about, but herself and what she wanted.
She was thinking about all those months of obsession and desire for something she could never have. About how she could have that now if only she had the courage. And she did have it. That’s why she was still here after all.
So Glory rose up on her toes and pressed her mouth to his.
He went very still.
His lips were warm and softer than she’d expected, and they felt as amazing against hers as she thought they would. He smelled delicious and she was fascinated by the heat seeping through the cotton of his shirt and into her hand. Was he as hot like that everywhere? Was he as hard?
Her breathing was coming very fast and she wasn’t sure what to do next. How, exactly, did you kiss a man? She’d obviously seen kissing before on TV, but she was pretty sure that it wasn’t actually like that. You were supposed to do something with your tongue, weren’t you?
You idiot. You’re going to make a total ass of yourself.
A sudden wave of embarrassment at her own inexperience washed through her. Annabel had always told her she was too impulsive, that she needed to be more restrained, and this was in no way restrained.
He probably hated the kiss. He probably thought she was ridiculous and silly.
Blushing, Glory came down off her tiptoes. ‘Sorry,’ she muttered and tried to pull away.
Except he didn’t let her go. If anything his grip on her firmed, holding her right where she was.
‘Glory, look at me.’ His voice had gone very deep and even rougher than before, and this time there was an unmistakable command in it.
She didn’t want to look at him, didn’t want to see what she knew was going to be distaste in his expression, but she was helpless to resist the command.
His eyes had gone a deep, brilliant shade of gold. ‘Kiss me again,mikri alepou.’
Castor stayed very still, every instinct screaming at him to let her go. That this was a mistake. This wasalla mistake. And he’d known it the moment he’d taken her hand.
Her skin had felt so soft and warm, her hand small, fitting his palm to perfection. And she’d looked at him with such wide eyes, as if holding his hand had been the most amazing experience of her life.
Drawing her closer had felt natural and even with his instincts telling him not to, he hadn’t been able to stop. He had to anyway, he’d told himself. They couldn’t pretend to be in love without touching each other and she needed to be comfortable with him.
Now he was touching her, holding her, and she’d just about brought him to his knees with an expected kiss.
