Page 124 of Filthy Lies


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My shoulders sagged at his words because I heard the truth in them.

When the couch jostled slightly, I realized I had closed my eyes. They popped open, only to find that Conor’s face was a lot closer than before. I could see the striations in his irises. The outer rim was umber. Mossy green notes merged with amber before becoming a rich caramel in the tight confines where a fully dilated pupil took up most of the space.

His proximity overloaded the air with his citrus scent, and I breathed it in, watching as he moved ever nearer. So close. Too close. My heart stuttered.

“Can I?”

Trying to find an answer, a verbal one, was impossible. I swallowed. Nodded. Stiffened some more. Then I relaxed when his lips gently brushed mine.

A groan whispered from me.

It was unexpected.

Everything about him was.

Thatwas what I should have expected.

He was a wild card.

The Joker.

I shuddered as his pointer finger propped my chin up, angling my head back so he could press his mouth more firmly against mine.

I wasn’t a passive person. Not by nature. But at that moment, I was.

I let him kiss me.

I allowed him to explore my lips because I had no desire to stop this.

I wanted his kiss.

But it was too—

I swallowed.

Too everything.

Feelinghurt because I’d locked everything down, grown accustomed to pain, but not of this type.

So, after being in the deep freeze for so long, sensations plucked at my nerve endings, transforming pleasure into bittersweet agony.

The heat puddling in my core was alien.

My nipples actually ached with the need to be caressed.

My hands craved the feel of his hair against my palms because that would ground me.

My lungs burned because I needed air.

But… he gave it to me.

With each deepening exploration, my lips parted more until I had to whimper when his tongue brushed along the inner curve of the flesh inside.

That was when the ice in my veins began to melt, warmth puddling in its place, and I jerked in reaction as something pulled at me, twisting and writhing.

Out of nowhere, as, internally, he brought me back to life, other things came to my attention.

Those citrus notes were clean and tangy, clearing my head and replacing it with awareness of him.

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