AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I smile. “Right now, to me, you kind of are.”
She sighs. “I like you, Tristan Kane.”
“Does that mean I can kiss you?”
Her gaze stays on mine, soft and vulnerable. “Do you want to?”
My eyes fall to her lips. “Definitely.”
“I thought you weren’t trying to getsomewherewith me,” she says with a teasing smile.
I chuckle. “If I remember correctly, I never said for sure.”
“So, you are?”
“Right now,” I murmur. “I just want to kiss you.”
Her lips part and she draws in a slow breath. When she speaks, her voice is soft. “I think...if you want to...you should.”
I want to, and I should.
What’s stopping you, Tristan?
Everything.
I’ve wanted to kiss her since we left her apartment at noon, and even though in my mind I’ve gone over all the reasons I shouldn’t, it’s no use. I reach for her and draw her close to my body. Her scent fills my nose, cool and floral. I draw my thumb over her lower lip and feel her tremble.
“Cora,” I whisper her name, just once, then I cover her mouth with mine.
I’m only going to kiss her. That’s what I tell myself. And only because she wants it as much as I do. I don’t plan to mold her body to mine until I can feel every sweet curve. I don’t plan to lose my head. I don’t plan to cup her ass with one hand and her breast with the other, squeezing gently as she moans and presses even closer to me. Something explodes in my head, and I forget everything I shouldn’t do.
I just know I want her more than I ever wanted anyone before.
And just like that, I’m lost.
CHAPTER14
CORA
Tristan’s hands are everywhere, strong and sure and setting fire to my body, and his lips...God! I could kiss him forever.
I surrender my body to him, uncaring that we’re in the ruins of an abandoned home, or that the floor is covered with layers of dust. None of that can stop me from wanting him to touch me everywhere until I explode into a million tiny pieces.
Breathing him in, reveling in the masculine scent of his skin mixed with a hint of piney body wash, I feel as if I’m melting, my limbs giving way to something made of pure pleasure, pure desire. My fingers twine in his hair, digging into the silky strands as his tongue explores my mouth, setting me on sweet, tingling fire.
I can feel his heart thudding against his ribs. His hand travels from the curve of my ass down to the back of my thigh, and then back up, dragging my dress up at the same time. When he reaches my panties, his fingers slide under the elastic band, and I moan in anticipation.
He’s still kissing me when his hand enters between my thighs, cupping my wet folds and stroking gently. Trembling, I part my legs for him, needing him to find all the places where I’m most sensitive and eager for his touch. He strokes my clit and I let out a small gasp, but he keeps stroking me, lightly massaging in slow circular motions that nudge me ever so gently toward release.
I’m wet with desire, and his fingers move easily, spreading my need and flooding my entire being with exquisite pleasure. He catches my moans with his lips, still kissing me as his fingers work their magic. Soon, I can barely breathe. My body is trembling, shaking and begging for release.
When it comes, my body stiffens and I cry out, tearing my lips from Tristan’s. He keeps stroking me as an orgasm explodes through me. I clutch his shoulders, my eyes fixed on his, my body weak with pleasure and yet wanting so much more.
“Oh, God!”
Tristan’s eyes are blazing, focused on my face like he needs to see every evidence of my pleasure. One firm hand keeps me upright until my shaking finally stops, then he leans in and kisses me again, his lips warm and tender as they claim mine. When he pulls back, he’s smiling. He looks wickedly handsome. A devil and an angel rolled into one.
My eyes drop from his face as self-consciousness returns. I smooth my dress, unable to look at him.
