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I’ve never experienced the sensations that course through me. His kiss is almost painful. Like a normal kiss couldn’t convey the need he has for me. And I know exactly how he feels. I’ve pushed all my feelings into a dark corner of my mind, but when his lips touched mine at the park, it woke them all up.
Now, I feel a desperation that can only be expressed through touch. Aneedto feel him. All of him. I’d called my temporary madness in the cab slutty Addison, but the reality is that I simply need this man.
I pull him to me, my arm reaching around to his back, and my fingers digging in. “I need to feel you, Phillip,” I moan as his lips find the crook of my neck.
“You will,” he promises.
Every inch of my body is throbbing, and then his other hand moves under my shirt. Only enough for his thumb and index finger to press against bare skin, and it sends me soaring. They dig into my hip, squeezing me, and it’s a teaser of what I’m sure is going to happen as soon as we make it back to my apartment.
Images flash through my mind of what could happen. Me straddling him, those big hands tightened around my waist as he pushes my body to take more of him. Me bent over, him towering behind me with his hands squeezing my ass while he slams into me…
“Please,” I beg. “I need you now.”
He pulls back, and he’s looking at me like I’m someone he’s going to devour rather than someone he wants to make love to. It’s different, like a man possessed. This morning, I showed him how to make coffee and laughed over ridiculous mugs, and now, he looks like the most dangerous man I’ve ever met.
Maybe he is dangerous to me. Maybe there’s more to the sweet guy who was willing to share a motel room with a complete stranger. But those eyes have never changed. He’s always watched me like a predator, and it’s always turned me on. From the very first time.
His hand releases my hair, but it doesn’t leave me. Instead, his fingers trail down my throat toward my breasts, and as his fingers graze the curves, I gasp. Yet, his breathing is even, completely unfazed by how he’s affecting me.
When I glance down at his crotch, there’s no mistaking how turned on he is. Hell, it should be illegal for him to be in public with that tent if only because it’d make every woman who passed start drooling.
He finally pulls his hand away from the neckline of my shirt and takes my hand in his. On the surface, it’s similar to how he held my hand at the park, but it’s completely different. That was soft and sweet. That was innocent.
This is anything but that.
Where I hesitated before, there’s none now. I nearly trip over myself trying to get my body to move, but Phillip is there to catch me with a smile on his lips. I see the shadow of the goofy guy I’ve come to know, but then it’s gone. Instead of putting me back on my feet, he turns me around midair, and pulls me to him.
Where there’s always been a distance between us, even during these kisses, it’s gone. My breasts press against his chest. My legs wrap around his hips, and for the first time, I feel him pressed against me.
And my heart beats through every inch of me. Throbbing like I’m a ticking time bomb.
He stares into my eyes as his hands grip my ass tighter. I feel him walking, but my attention is on his eyes, on his hands, and the desperation to feel what’s making that bulge.
When he kisses me this time, it’s softer. Not gentle, but not painful, either. His hands don’t soften, though, and I wonder if they’ll be that insistent after he’s ripped my clothes off.
I feel us ascending the stairs. We should be saying things or kissing or anything. But we’re not. It’s just his hands on my body, my legs wrapped around his waist, and our eyes connecting us in a way that doesn’t even make sense.
I’m taking in every inch of his face, memorizing it in perfect detail. The way his lips curve up from that grin he never has at work. How his beard has started to fill out after a week without shaving. His eyes flickering in the moonlight, little sparkles of light in dark pools.
Then I feel the door pressing against my back, and he’s kissing me again. Fiery and passionate, his lips dance across the skin of my neck, each touch leaving heat in their wake. I can’t help but moan as he gets closer to my collarbone, and when the door swings open to my dark apartment, he carries me straight to the bedroom.
Once again, he surprises me by laying me down gently on my bed. There’s one thought in my mind as I look up at him.How did I ever push this man away?
The answer’s simple. I was an idiot.
Twenty-Five
PHILLIP
God,I need Addison so much right now. Like a moth to the flame, I feel like I’d gladly dance in her light, even if it burned me up in the process. She’s laying on her bed, and I’m doing my best to get control of myself.
Instead of ripping the blouse she’s wearing apart, I take a breath. “You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen,” I say. And I mean it. Splayed out and begging me to fuck her, she looks like a goddess. Just as beautiful as she did at the park this afternoon, except this is the version that isn’t let out in the sunlight. The side of her that pulls at the part of me the world doesn’t want to see.
She doesn’t respond, but her breathing hitches slightly, and I can’t help myself. My fingers move to the buttons on the cotton blouse, slowly undoing them and revealing the pale skin underneath. Each button that is undone makes me want to rip the rest of them even more.
And when the two sides hang limply over her breasts, her stomach exposed, I give into the desires. Bending at the waist, I put my hands on her wrists, holding them down as I pick up where I’d stopped earlier. My lips press against the exposed curve of her right breast, my teeth grazing the soft skin and leaving goosebumps behind.
My cock is straining against my pants, but anything worth doing is worth doing right, and Addison is certainly worth doing. Plus, I like to see her quiver in my hands. I enjoy the way her body tenses when I touch somewhere new.
