Chapter 4 #2
At first, she’s frozen, breath caught in her throat. I brush my lips over hers, then deepen the kiss, a groan rumbling low in my chest.
Her fingers tremble as they wrap around my wrists. She parts her lips with a soft moan, melting against the car. I slide my tongue against hers, my brow tightening as the world feels like it’s crumbling beneath us.
She can’t tell me she doesn’t feel this, that her heart doesn’t tremble like mine.
Our touches grow frantic. I tilt her head, deepening the kiss, dimly aware of her hair tickling my cheek as the wind moves through the trees. Her hands slide to my waist, then higher up my back, nails biting into my shoulder blades.
She moans into my mouth. I reach down and lift her thigh.
“Baby,” I whisper between kisses, hooking it around my hip, and she drifts her hands higher, tugging my hair.
She pulls back, breathless, shaking her head. “We can’t.”
“Yes, we can.” I kiss her again. She claws at my hair as soft, broken moans spill from her throat. I lift her against the car, trailing kisses along her jaw before returning to her trembling, kiss-swollen lips. “Tell me you don’t feel this.”
I know she does. She can deny it all she wants, but the truth is written in her heavy eyes.
“Tell me you don’t feel what I feel. Lie to me again,” I tell her as I place my hand over her pounding heart. “It’s racing, little thief.”
“It doesn’t mean anything.”
“It means everything.”
The words have barely left my lips when she grabs me by the neck and drags me down to her mouth. We kiss like we’re trying to stop time, frantic lips, ragged breaths.
My heart is about to burst out of my chest and run for the hills. It’s pounding so hard that I start to feel lightheaded. This kiss. This fucking kiss.
I want to slip my hand into her damp panties and touch her. Feel her sigh her pleasure against my lips. But I don’t want to let go of her face either. It fits perfectly in my hands.
I deepen the kiss, groaning low in my throat as her heat presses against my straining erection. She explores my chest through my shirt, her tentative touch tracing my contracting abs.
God, what the fuck is she doing to me? I’m burning up.
I tear myself away from her devilish lips and yank my shirt over my head. Her eyes widen. I kiss her again, trembling as her soft hands trail over my bare skin.
Whatever this is, I can’t get enough. I’m hooked. I need more. Jesus, fuck… I’d let her destroy me again and again just to feel this rush flowing through my veins.
Our lips part and we lock eyes. My fingers skim her soft skin as I hook them into the hem of her top, and she lifts her arms.
I slide her top up and over her head in one smooth motion, swallowing hard. How many women have I undressed before? Yet none of them ever made me nervous.
She reaches behind her back and unclips her bra, watching me as the straps slip slowly down her arms. I cup her face, my thumb brushing over her swollen lips. She’s so unbelievably beautiful. She has no idea, does she?
“Tell me you’re mine, little thief.”
She lets the bra fall to the ground.
“I can never be yours, Kane.”
Our eyes lock, and time seems to stall. I want to tell her all the ways she’s wrong, but words will never breach the walls she’s built around herself.
So I use the only weapons I have. My lips. My tongue. My touch.
I thread my fingers into her hair and tilt her head back, kissing her neck. She sighs softly as my mouth traces the underside of her jaw. Her pebbled nipples brush my chest, and I cup one breast, kneading the soft curve in my palm.
“Tell me you’re mine.” I nip her jaw and pinch her sensitive nipple. I’ve never craved anything more than those two words. I’d move mountains to hear them from her.
She clings to me like she might come apart, but keeps her words locked behind her lips. I kiss her again, slipping past her defenses like a thief in the night, determined to steal more than just her body.
I want all of her. But her heart is guarded tighter than Fort Knox. And if I want her words to spill free, I’ll have to force them out somehow.
I pull away from her mouth, breathless and frustrated, and press my forehead to hers. We stand there, catching our breath, until she finally looks up at me with wide eyes that do wicked things to me. Eyes I could drown in.
My focus drops to her mouth. The thought of those full lips wrapped around my cock drags a quiet “shit” from me.
Not long ago, I would’ve pushed her to her knees and taken what I wanted without a second thought before driving her home, but something has changed. I don’t want to be that guy with her. She deserves better than the others ever did.
After kissing her forehead, I take her hand and lead her toward the water. Grass gives way to soft sand beneath our feet. I kick off my shoes, peel off my socks, and unbuckle my belt. Jessica’s gaze flicks to the lake, then back to me, uncertainty shadowing her eyes.
When I drop my pants, her cheeks flush. She nibbles her lip, making no effort to hide the way she looks me over. I silently thank my lucky stars for being blessed in the cock department.
I strip out of my boxers and stand naked in front of her, cupping my junk. It’s not that I’m ashamed of my body. I’m not. I just enjoy the way her lips twitch when she looks at me.
I jerk my head toward the water. “Swim with me.”
She whips her head to the lake, her mouth dropping open.
“What? Right now?” she asks, as if it only just now dawned on her why I’ve stripped naked.
I wade into the cold water, feeling her eyes on my bare ass, and bite back a smug grin.
The cold water splashes against my thighs as I go deeper, grateful she’s behind me and can’t see my nipples hardening into peaks or the way my freezing balls have retreated into my stomach.
She giggles from the shore, the sweet sound floating over the lake like ripples across the water.
I turn my head over my shoulder. “I didn’t think it’d be this cold.”
No kidding. I don’t remember it being this cold when I was a kid, but then again, I don’t remember this place feeling so small either.
Her smile stretches impossibly wide as she tries to hold back another laugh, failing when her shoulders start to shake. “Maybe you’re not as tough as you think you are.”
I turn fully around, still cupping myself, shivering. “Take that back.”
“Never.”
It wouldn’t surprise me if my lips are blue by now. I should just dunk myself and be done with it.
I walk backward, wading deeper. “You should join me. Let’s see how tough you are.”
“I’m tougher than you, rich boy.”
I suck in a breath as the water laps against my cock and balls. Fuck me, it’s cold.
“Let’s see it then,” I tell her with a tilt of my chin. “Strip.”
She wrinkles her nose as if she’s weighing the pros and cons of swimming in a cold lake, and with a small shrug, she reaches for her jeans button.
“Nice tits, by the way,” I call out, and she blushes fiercely.
“You’ve already seen them, Kane.”
I flash her a dimpled grin. “I like them.”
The waist-deep water makes me suck in my gut. I submerge myself before popping back up, flicking my hair out of my eyes. “Come on, baby. Play with me.”