Kiss Me–2
1 frown, looking around the empty room. I feel like an idiot, because it’s not fear running through me, it’s excitement. “You want something from me?”
He barely nods, his nostrils flaring as he closes the distance between us. His hands are at my hips, his thumbs digging into my bones. I gasp, my hands flying to his chest.
“Kiss me,” he whispers.
My heart hammers in my chest and his finers caress my skin where the slit of my dress parts. I feel dizzy, and my eyes drop to his lips. Fuck, is it terrible that I want to?
He leans in closer, his nose pressing against mine, and he moans deep in his throat. “Kiss me, baby.”
My skin feels like it’s on fire and something tells me I’ll regret it if I don’t.
I close the distance between us, on my toes, my hands running through his hair.
And then, it’s like something has come alive in him. His hands grip me tighter and his tongue delves into my mouth with a possessive strength that has my knees buckling.
He catches me, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carries me across the room. I drop my hands to his neck, taking control as I kiss him like I’ve never kissed anyone
before.
The world falls away. It’s not a kiss; it’s a storm. His lips are demanding, and I give him everything he takes.
I can’t breathe. I don’t want to.
My hands clutch at his shirt, pulling him closer as though the small space between us is unbearable. His hands squeeze my ass once before he drops me onto his bed.
I squeal, the only sound I can make before he’s above me, and pressing his lips to mine
again.
God, he kisses so good. Better than good. It’s perfect. Too perfect. Like we were made for
this. Like we were made for each other.
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3:14pm
Kiss Me–2
The thought makes my heart stutter. I know my heart quickens whenever I look at him, whenever his gaze lingers on me for just a beat too long. But I never imagined he could kiss like this.
Every brush of his lips, every slide of his tongue sends a wave of heat coursing through
- me.
It doesn’t feel like this with Aiden.
And, fuck, it’s never felt like this with Jake.
Maybe that’s why I kiss him back so fiercely.
His teeth graze my bottom lip, and I gasp, my head tilting back slightly. His hand is on my waist, slowly finding its way beneath my dress and between my legs.
That’s way more than a kiss.
“Zaid,” I hiss.
He deepens the kiss, and it’s like I can feel him everywhere.
His finger slides between my lips, and he grunts into my mouth, smiling. “You’re wet, my
love.”
I should pull away. I should say something, do something. But all I can think is how right this feels. He presses a finger to my clit and my hips jolt into his touch.
“Zaid.”
He slides a finger inside me, and it has me coming back to reality. I pull back and he does the same, both of us trying to catch our breath. He rests his forehead on mine.
“Fuck, love.”
“Yeah,” I get out.
He rolls his head on mine, laughing quietly.
I pull on his shirt and whisper, “Can you please take your finger out of me?”
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Kiss Me–2
“No.” He curls it instead.
I gasp. “Zaid.”
He chuckles, taking his hand away before sitting back and giving me space.
