15. Phoenix #2
“Can I kiss you, Michaela?” My thumbs stroking her cheeks.
She bites her lower lip as she leans into my caress.
“Yes, please.”
“I like that answer, kitten.”
“Kitten? What happened to kitty cat?”
“She retracted her claws.”
She laughs again.
I take my time admiring her beautiful features.
Daring eyes hold mine.
“Are you going to kiss me or not, Konig?”
She keeps piling on the surprises tonight.
I lean forward, torturing her a little before granting her wish… and mine.
The moment my lips meet hers, I throw the idea of a chaste kiss out the window.
The sparks that have been zapping between us ignite.
The world narrows to this moment—to our lips locked together.
When she melts into the kiss, my hands lower to her nape, bringing our bodies closer together.
I’m ravenous as I ravish her mouth. Her little seductive moans are intoxicating.
My teeth close over her bottom lip and tug at it with a sharp nip.
When her tongue slips out to soothe it, I slip my tongue inside her mouth, angling her head to gain better access.
Fuck this kiss.
I’m buzzing.
It’s been so long since I’ve held a woman in my arms.
Michaela responds with reckless abandonment. I knew all that fire she was spitting at me could be channeled to something so much sweeter.
“Christ,” I say, tearing my lips away from hers.
Fueled with the desire to explore and devour every inch of her, I walk us backward until she’s pinned against the house’s facade.
I crowd into her, blocking off the view from the main house so her friend can’t see us.
Kissing in public is one thing, what I have in mind is another.
I lift one arm so it’s resting on the wall beside her head.
Her skyscraper heels give her height, but she’s much shorter than the women I go for.
We’re so close, our noses touch, and our breaths mingle as the heat from her body radiates through mine. Even in the outdoors, her scent fills my nostrils and damn if it doesn’t make my mouth water.
She looks up at me, almost helpless. Her translucent green eyes, now dark with desire, bounce between mine before dropping to my mouth.
My lips twitch, relishing the moment.
I lift a hand, brushing my fingers along her chin.
Her breath hitches and her eyelids lower for a beat before fixing her gaze onto me.
My fingers skim down the smooth skin of her neck.
She shivers.
I allow a finger to travel between her breasts before cupping one in my hand and squeezing hard.
“Oh God, Phoenix.”
My cock swells in my pants.
I drop my head to her neck and breathe her in. “Fuck, you’re sweet.”
“You’re torturing me.”
“I know.”
“If you keep it up, I’m going to melt.”
I flash her a wolfish grin before pressing my hungry mouth to hers like I’ve been aching to do since she stepped out of the Bentley and onto the dock yesterday afternoon. When she parts her lips and invites my tongue inside with a sexy as fuck moan, it takes everything for me not to lose my shit.
I’ve kissed women before, but nothing comparable to this.
I press my body against her belly, making sure she knows Payne’s nickname for me isn’t a myth.
She catches me off guard when she grinds against my erection.
My cock is as hard as steel and it’s a struggle not to lift her into my arms, step between her parted legs, and seek the relief I desperately need.
This is so fucking hot, I can’t remember my own name.
They say it’s a fine line between hate and desire. It’s the only way I can explain the mounting feverish hunger for this woman.
I lose my fucking mind in the kiss.
Our tongues tangle in a wicked, sensual dance, as she matches my fervor.
I pull away from her and stare at her. “Fuck, kitten,” I say. “You’re not holding back.”
“Neither are you.”
Needing more, I crush my lips against hers as I deepen my voracious kiss.
She moans into my mouth, an invitation for me to continue my assault.
And so, I do.
While still kissing the hell out of her, I press my cock harder against her center.
More urgent.
More ferocious.
More demanding.
Goddammit.
The temptation to slide my fingers between her pussy lips and finger-fuck her is so overwhelming, I’m nearly dizzy.
I curse this fake marriage.
If our tongues mesh so well together, I can imagine our naked bodies seeking pleasure from each other as I fuck her like she’s never been fucked before.
Too bad it’s not meant to be.
My phone buzzes with an incoming text in my pocket. I ignore it, but it’s a reminder things have gotten a little out of hand.
Shit.
Panting, I break the kiss.
“We’re like fire and fuel,” I say, brushing my lips against hers. “We combust upon contact.”
“Dear God.” She places a hand against her heaving chest. “That was a little too intense. It’s supposed to be pretend.”
My forehead touches hers and I breathe in her unique scent. “That was as real as it gets, kitten.”
I kiss her again. It’s soft, but firm. Still, it’s nothing like the searing kiss we just shared, but I couldn’t resist.
I drop my hands and pull away from her.
She struggles to catch her breath as she pulls at the bottom part of her dress.
“No one will know,” I say.
Shy eyes meet mine and she bites her lower lip. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“You mean, making out outdoors?”
“Yes. Or kissing like that.”
“Like what?”
“With such…”
“Abandonment?” I finish her thought.
“Yes.” She winces at her admission and averts her gaze.
Her cheeks match the color of her dress to perfection. She brings her fingers to her lips devoid of lipstick. They’re swollen and red from my assault.
Look what I did to you, kitten.
I love knowing I’ve unraveled her.
“It was a commendable first kiss,” I say.
She arches an eyebrow.
“But since I’m a perfectionist, we’re going to need to practice a lot more than that.”
“You demanding tyrant,” she says.
“You have no idea how demanding I can be, Michaela.” I pause. “Given the nature of our arrangement, you’ll never know.”
No answer.
I didn’t expect one.