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His other hand comes up to cup my jaw, thumb brushing feather light over my cheek as his fingers thread into my hair. The sensation of being held like this is overwhelming. Intoxicating. So very good, I’m afraid to breathe for fear it will signal the end and this gentle, intimate touch will go away.
But then he’s tipping my head back. And the eyes that were locked with mine lower to my mouth. “What’s one more, right?” he says quietly, deep voice rumbling low as he closes the distance between us. “A last little bit of kissing fun between friends, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, and I want him to kiss me. Maybe all passionate and devouring like he’d mentioned. But just thinking about it has this giddy squeal working up my throat and my hand pops up between us. “Wait, give me a second. I don’t want to be giggling when you do it. If this is the last one, I want it to be good.”
Rux keeps his gentle hold on me, his gruff laugh sounding as I try to push the smile off my face, but when it won’t quite die, I sigh. “You’re the best, Rux.”
“The best kisser?” Oh, he’s so smug. He’ll be insufferable after this.
“No. Just the best.” I tug at his shirt and do a little shake. “Okay, I’m ready. Gimme, gimme, gimme.”
There’s pure affection in his smile, and once again I’m reminded why I’m so lucky to count this man as my friend.
“Okay, Sunshine. Last one.”
I nod. His eyes crinkle at the corners as a warm breath spills over my lips a second before contact. It starts with a tease. A taste. A breath. The barest rub of his lips against mine. A shiver breaks over my skin at the feel of his fingers in my hair, the light tension against my scalp, and I can feel him smile in response.
And then he kisses me,reallykisses me, and whatever lingering giggle was there a second ago is wiped away beneath the sensations flaring to life at every point of contact between us. Rux is a really good kisser. Confident, skilled, and sure.
I never thought he’d be bad. But I had no idea it would be likethis.
I wasn’t prepared. And it’s... overwhelming.
Addicting. Because God, I wantmore. I want him to keep kissing me like this until our mouths don’t work anymore and all we can do is collapse into a heap on the couch together.
I want to make the most of this stolen moment, that’s both outside our friendship and in.
I try to stay passive, not take more than he’s giving, but it’s been so long since I had a kiss anywhere close to this. And then my hands are against his chest, smoothing up his dress shirt and slipping around his neck. Which must be okay, because he lets out this rough groan and snakes his arm around me, pulling me into the hard-packed muscles of his body, tight and then tighter. My hands are in his hair, and it’s thick and feels incredible tangled around my fingers and clutched within my fist… spilling around my face when he bows me back.
He takes my mouth completely. Our tongues roll in a slow, wet glide that has my heart slamming and that place deep in my center aching with a need that makes me feel so alive, so good it startles the smallest whimper out of me.
This is the hottest kiss of my life.
His mouth moves to that sensitive, long-neglected spot beneath my jaw and hesucks.
Heat spills through my center in a rush as I gasp, “Rux.”
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, brushing his lips over that same wicked spot.
“No, no, no, no, nooo, don’t stop,” I plead in a squeaky rush that earns me another gruff rumble, this one buried in the crook of my neck. And that, the sound of his laughter in the midst of this heat… that’s a dangerous sound, one a girl could get used to.
I won’t. I know better. Rux has made it clear where his lines are drawn. That the life I dream about isn’t for him. Or at least, not as the leading man.
But for the next minute or so, I’m going to enjoy all he has to give me.
“You want more, greedy girl?” he teases, his tongue snaking a path up the column of my neck.
“Yes,” I pant as chills break out across the skin I’m shamelessly offering him. Though whatmorelooks like, I can’t even imagine because this feels likeeverything. This feels like the hottest, dirtiest, most body-and-soul, all-encompassing kiss of my life.
Rux guides me back against the wall beside my door and pins my wrists over my head with one hand before running the other down my arm, my ribs, waist, and hip. My heart is racing, my body on fire. Some distant tiny voice in my head warns that we should stop, but then he’s kissing me again, giving me his tongue in a series of slow, sexy thrusts that have me thinking thoughts I’m not supposed to have about this man.
Dirty thoughts.
Sweaty thoughts.
Deep, pounding, delicious thoughts.
Moaning around the thrust of his tongue, I slip my hands free of his hold. They’re on his arms, in in his hair, testing the resistance of his insanely hard pecs. I can’t get enough of this man’s body beneath my touch, the taste of him. Our kiss flames hotter and hotter until whatever semblance of control there’d been between us is completely burned away and—
