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“Don’t want to ruin your pretty little lungs.” He puts the cigarette back in his mouth and slinks it to the side, so it’s sits in the corner of his lips.
“What about yours?”
“Baby, I’m already ruined.” He flashes me a seductive grin and steps closer, too close. So close I have to look up at him.
He takes one last drag on the cigarette then puts it out on the edge of the pillar. All the while, he keeps his eyes on me.
He tosses the cigarette butt into the metal bin across from us and moves even closer to lift a lock of my hair.
“Who taught you to smoke?” He smirks and searches my eyes.
“A guy in the show in Russia.”
His eyes narrow with what looks like displeasure. “How did he get you to do it?”
“I lost a bet.” It wasn’t exactly the best experience, but since the alternative was forking up a month’s wages, I learned to smoke.
“Interesting. This isn’t some guy I have to worry about, is it? Someone who might not like that I won you in the auction.”
“No. It wasn’t anything like that, and I haven’t seen him in years.”
He smiles a little wider. “Is there anyone else I have to worry about?”
God help me, he’s actually asking me if I’m seeing anyone. “No.” I’d hope that if I were dating someone, they’d be serious enough about me that I wouldn’t need to be in an auction or be on a date with another guy when I should be with them.
“No?”
“No.” Now I’m thinking about him and that kiss again. “What about you? I’m sure there’s some socialite or fashion model who will hate that you won me in an auction. I’m sure they’ll hate it even more that you kissed me.” Saying those words sounds like I’m letting some secret out of a bag.
He reaches out and traces my mouth with the tip of his thumb. “No.”
“No?” I borrow his previous question and tone.
Instead of answering, he lowers his face to mine, almost in slow motion. By the time he’s a breath away from my lips, the desire to feel his lips on mine again has me under its spell, and need is tugging at the walls of my aching core.
Against the reasoning in my mind whispering to me that I shouldn’t want him, I don’t move when Jericho presses his lips to mine for another forbidden kiss.
Unlike last night, there is nothing fast or surprising. I saw him coming and wanted him. To deny that truth would be to lie to myself. So many people have lied to me in the past, I promised myself I would never join them. I won’t start now.
“No.” He speaks against my lips between the kisses he plants on my mouth, his hot breath numbing my mind with raw desire.
Dangerous heat sizzles every nerve in my body, and suddenly, it feels like it’s too much. I realize it feels that way because it is. And I can’t do this again with him.
The thought makes me pull away, but Jericho dominates my will once more by slipping one large hand behind my head to fuse my body to the steel walls of his chest.
There he inhales my hair and makes his way back to my lips.
“Jericho, we shouldn’t,” I whimper on the edge of a moan while he tastes me, flicking his tongue across the seam of my lips.
“I know, but fuck it. We’re doing this.” That’s all he says for my body to obey and surrender to the desperate need clawing at my insides to give in to him.
We fall into a deeper kiss, one that feels different to any other we’ve ever shared. This one is full of fire and carnal desire. The sort filled of off-limits kisses people share when they shouldn’t be together.
He moves with me until my back is pressed up against the wall, and there, he devours my mouth.
Caught between the wall and the taut muscles of his body, I feel all the ways he’s filled out, too, and I like it. His shoulders are broader, harder, and stronger, with solid ripples of muscle that I could sink my fingers into for miles.
And God… the hard bulge of his cock presses into my belly as he pushes into me. The hardness of it reminds me of how big he is and what he felt like inside me.
