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“Isabella.”
“Can you kiss me again?”
His face goes blank. “Why?”
My heart starts to pound, thinking I read all of this wrong. The kiss yesterday, the erection in his sweats, the seductive pressure on my hand, and the way he carried me off to my bed. “Never mind.”
“No.” He tugs my chin when I look away. “Kissing means something to me. I did it yesterday for the photographer.”
“Kissing means something to me, too. Considering…” I shift closer to him. “You’re the only man who’s ever kissed me.”
“You didn’t even kiss Ivan?”
“Did you read somewhere that I wasn’t a good girl?” I argue with him.
“I hadn’t given it any thought to be honest, but after you told me no one’s been inside you, I’ve thought of little else except being the first man to fuck you. Making you mine and only mine.” His husky voice and provocative promises send trembles through me.
“I liked the way you kissed me yesterday. It’s something I want when we…get physical.” I think about my poor mother, who I’m sure just lay there while my father violated her. I doubt he ever kissed her. And she always looked unhappy. No. I don’t want to live like that. “If we don’t hate each other, why not?”
He purses his lips, nodding. “That’s a good point. Kissing is something you need to be happy?”
“When we’re like this? Yes. It would feel less forced and sterile.”
“I can agree to that.” He bends toward me and brushes his mouth against mine. It’s soft but powerful. His tongue trails along my lips as he breathes. “Open for me.”
My lips part, and he sinks deep into my mouth, adrenaline rushing through me. A whimper tears from my throat, a cry of helplessness mixed with pleasure.
“Make that sound again, I dare you.” He rubs a thick finger across my wet lips. “You’ll do it with a mouth full of my cock.”
“When?” I reply shockingly fast.
“When you’rereadyfor that, bella.” He kisses me again, sending erotic waves through me. “Hey,” he whispers, moving his hands down my body. “Stop. That.”
“Stop what?”
“Moving your hips. I may get the idea youwantto take this further tonight.”
Licking my lips and staring at his, not believing they were just on my mouth, I say, “Maybe I do.”
“Isabella,” he whispers, darkly. “I can’t. I’ll hurt you.”
“Not… Not all the way. Just…” I inhale. “A little more.”
His eyes bore into mine. He takes a moment before his one hand comes up and cups my breast over the nightgown. “Fuck,” he mutters. “That feels good.”
“It does.” I arch my back.
A sharp exhale escapes his lips, and he sits up. “Okay…I’m gonna need you to tell me to stop when it gets too much.”
“When what gets too much?”
He answers me by slipping the side of my nightgown down and exposing one breast. My nipple is raging hard. Long and thick. “Isabella, do you want to come?”
“God, yes.” I tug down the other side, the short, puffy sleeves clinging to my upper arms.
Kieran lowers his mouth and takes a nipple between his lips. It’s so wet and warm, sending a delicious shock to my senses. “You taste incredible.” He fists the bottom of my nightgown. “No panties?”
“No. Not for sleeping.”
