Page 86 of Brooklyn Cupid


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I kissed her so many times in my mind. But this is so much more.

When I sweep my tongue between her lips, they part so quickly, and her tongue darts out to meet mine, the velvety touch of it driving me over the edge.

I pull away just for a second, and she gasps like she needs air. Or me. More of me. And I need more of her.

I take her lips again, promising myself not to pull away unless Armageddon comes.

I slide my hands down to her waist and pull her toward me as I latch onto her lips. Her tongue tangles with mine, and the world around us falls away.

Kissing Lu is magical. Opening her lips, sliding my tongue in, drowning in the sensation is like being pulled away by a warm tender current. I want to get lost in her,withher. Her slender arms wrap around my neck, and I pull her closer, deepening the kiss, stepping into her until she’s pressed against the wall.

I’ve never felt like this—like our bodies melt into each other. I want to kiss every part of her, peel her clothes off, and kiss every exposed inch.

But we are surrounded by people—the vague realization lingers in the back of my mind—so I keep it decent, keep control. I’m trained to keep cool, but it’s getting harder by the second with Lu in my arms.

I hug her closer, trying to wrap myself around her.

She’s so small in my arms.

She’s not going anywhere.

She’s mine right now.

So is this kiss.

So are her lips.

So is the smell of her perfume, the faint trace of paint, and the taste of wine. Even the tobacco, the hint of it so edgy and so unlike Lu but yet so familiar that it makes my mind go wild. Her smell fills my head and I’m free-falling.

All mine.

“Jace,” she breathes out in the brief moment she breaks the kiss.

“Yes, Lu?” I breathe into her mouth and kiss the corner of it, then plant little kisses on her face.

I want to look into her eyes to see the emotions in them, but it’s torture to pull away from her.

Her hands sink into my hair, pulling me closer. “Don’t go yet,” she whispers.

“Not a chance.”

She has no idea. My heart swells. It grows tentacles that wrap around her. My mind starts spinning, chanting, “Mine, mine, mine.”

She gently fists my hair to hold me in place as her lips find mine again.

She’s chaos. She’s madness. She’s everything I’m not. And she’s everything I didn’t know I needed.

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JACE

The commotion breaks us apart,and for a moment, we don’t move, high on the kiss, smiles chasing each other.

Lu’s hands are on my chest, mine stroking her back. Our faces are inches apart, and our eyes search each other’s as if to make sure this is real.

“I’m leaving!”

The loud voice is Becky’s, and I know it’s a message for Lu. Becky didn’t interrupt us—that’s a miracle.

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