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What I want.
Who wouldn’t want to be held by this guy and have his tongue down their throat?
The thing is, I’m no kisser. And apart from being taken a little off guard, it’s clear when I nervously bite his lip by accident that I’m no expert.
Rank amateur is one phrase that springs to mind.
But he doesn’t skip a beat. He only growls deeper and pulls me closer until we can taste the iron richness of the little nick in his lip, courtesy of my nervous teeth.
I'm not sure if this rush of blood to my chest is the thrill of it all or becoming a vampire, the sounds of my low moan joins his before we both need to come up for air.
“I bit you,” I pout. Looking up at him, suddenly unsure of myself for the first time in a long time before today.
And for more reasons than still knowing I have his wallet in my handbag.
“I can taste it,” he rasps, running his tongue over his lips and reveling in his second injury for the day.
“I don’t mind,” he adds with a sly grin, keeping me so close that I can feel his heart pounding under his thick ribs into my body through my jacket. All the way through my heavy sweater.
“Guess I’m not much of a kisser,” I murmur, feeling awkward again but also still amazed what even just happened actuallyhappened.
“I think we both want more than just kisses,” he observes, making me jump when he pulls me so close I can feel an unbelievable hardness from him pressing into me, making me gasp suddenly but not unexpectedly.
The sensation of the thrill dropping from my heart down to my belly as panic sets in.
I guess there’s something else I should tell him. And not just about his wallet either….
His mouth over mine again makes me forget everything, though. It makes me forget who I am, and best of all, it makes me forget all my problems.
I'm done when I feel him slipping my parka off.
Wearea team.
Just one I would never, could never have dreamed of.
With the thermostat out, too, I should feel colder as he starts to undress me, but it’s clear both of us are getting hotter by the second as he unwraps me.
I try my best to work at his clothes, to undress him, but he only shakes his head knowingly, finally easing me onto my back on my couch once he has my parka off, and lifting the sweater over my head tells me how it’s gonna be.
“I’m gonna start by thanking you one way first. But there’s a thousand more to come,” he promises me. My breath shivers and my teeth chatter as I stab a nod.
Deliciously helpless under his powerful touch. His total command of the entire situation.
He casually lets his coat slide to the floor as he drops to his knees in front of me.
Positioning himself between my legs, running a firm hand up the insides, he starts to finger my jeans undone while keeping his eyes on mine every step of the way.
I open my mouth a dozen times, wanting to tell him so much.
Needing to tell him one thing in particular, but when I feel my jeans sliding off easier than they ever have and his huge hands are on my naked flesh, the only thing I can think of is one word.
More.
More of this. More of him, and definitely more of what he hasn’t even given me yet.
“Steve…,” I wheeze, trying to speak and avoid the bump on his head with my hands, but it’s useless.
In seconds I have handfuls of him between my fingers. Fingers curling around his thick locks, he lets out a low growl accented with the odd wince of pleasant pain whenever I stroke his wound.
