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I squeeze my eyes shut, pushing down the ache in my chest.
I shouldn’t be surprised. This is the game we’re destined to play. Getting so close to finally allowing ourselves to be happy, but retreating instead.
When I open my eyes, that’s exactly what he does. He turns from me and retreats.
But he only makes it a few steps before he whirls around, his swift motions stealing my breath. Before I can process it, he advances on me, hands gripping my cheeks as he pushes me farther into my room, pinning me against the wall.
He stares at me, chest heaving, pupils dilating, fingers digging into my skin.
“Fuck it,” he growls.
Then he crushes his mouth to mine.
ChapterThirty-Six
Esme
Shock flies through me,momentarily freezing me in place as I try to determine whether this is real or yet another dream.
Creed’s kissing me.
Hell, I’m not sure that’s the correct term for what he’s doing. This is so much more than a kiss, the way his mouth moves against mine, tongue sensually caressing mine with a mixture of affection and dominance, reminding me of the duplicitous nature I craved all those years ago. The pressure of his hand on my face pulls me closer, as if he’s desperate to consume me in one passionate bite.
No. This isn’t just a kiss.
It’s a sensual communion. A carnal confession. A wanton sacrament.
I didn’t think I’d ever taste his lips again. Didn’t think I’d ever lose myself in the feel of his tongue as it tangles with mine. Didn’t think I’d ever feel his body pulse against mine, lust and desperation colliding together in a riotous combination, pushing me to the verge of combusting.
Panting, he tears away, his turbulent brown eyes searing into me, as if fighting the urge to pull me close again.
A battle he loses when he lowers his mouth back to mine.
“We shouldn’t do this,” he murmurs as he brushes a soft kiss to my swollen lips, his actions a stark contradiction to his words.
“You’re right,” I exhale, writhing when he rocks his hips against me. “We’re not supposed to kiss like this.”
“Like this?” He pulls back for a fraction of a second before he slams his mouth to mine once more, tongue plunging past my lips, hand roaming my frame.
I wrap an arm around his broad shoulders, urging him to keep going. To keep kissing me. To keep touching me. To keep consuming me.
“Exactly like that,” I whimper once he brings our kiss to an end. Then I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, playfully waggling my brows. “You also shouldn’t kiss my neck under any circumstances.”
“Oh, really?” he teases as he slides his tongue along his lips.
“Absolutely. It’s completely off limits.”
One side of his mouth quirks up in a devious grin. “Duly noted.”
With a gleam in his eye, he dips his head toward me. But being the cruel bastard he is, he takes his time, each drawn out second making me squirm with anticipation.
Finally, he peppers soft kisses to my neck, his unshaven jawline harsh against me. I tilt my head to the side to give him better access, and he clamps his teeth onto my skin. A combination of a whimper and a moan falls from my throat as I pull him closer, nails digging into his scalp.
“What else shouldn’t I do?” he asks once he releases me, leaving me a panting mess.
I want to tell him he shouldn’t fuck me so he’ll speed things up. But I like this game.
During our secret courtship, we never got to take our time. We always had to rush to get our fix before our time was up. I have no idea what this is or what it means. Regardless, I want to enjoy every second of it. Not rush to get to the good part. With Creed, it’s all the good part. Especially foreplay. He was always a master at turning me on with his words. I can only imagine he’s even more talented now that he’s matured.
