Chapter 20 #2
Her chest was rising and falling and the sudden silence was not only unusual, it was unnerving.
By this point, she should be telling me off in several languages.
I didn’t know what to think and honestly couldn’t since I was concentrating on how plump her lips looked and how much I wanted to kiss them.
A part of me wondered if she was luring me in so she could more easily slap my face or grind her knee into my balls. Maybe I deserved one or both.
For some crazy reason, she allowed me to place my palms on either side of her.
Both were sweaty. I hadn’t been this nervous from thinking about kissing a girl since I’d been in sixth grade and had snuck a kiss from Sally Walker.
She’d busted my balls in return. I’m limped off the playground and hadn’t tried again for several years.
Well, finding my testicles in a war with my fake fiancée was better than them remaining blue.
I leaned my head down until our lips were almost touching.
For a few seconds, the two of us did nothing but breathe against each other’s mouth.
The tingling sensations were wild, which drove my carnal needs fully into the open.
Her entire body was trembling, but I sensed she was in full control of her senses. Or maybe she was continuing to calculate her retaliation efforts.
Our lips parted and she arched her back, still without touching me. The air was suddenly stagnant, the scent of strawberries overwhelming. Not my favorite fragrance, but with her, everything smelled good. So much so my senses were overwhelmed, my cock rocking at full attention.
She dropped her gaze briefly, the slightest hint of a smile passing over those succulent lips. As soon as she dared tease me by dragging the tip of her tongue across her bottom one, I knew in a quick flash I could lose my mind.
There was no discussion about terms, no conversation about what this would mean if anything. There was just the two of us standing in a hot, cramped shower that would soon turn lukewarm. However, the moment was perfect.
Our lips finally touched and almost immediately sparks went off all around us. I could swear they were real and in explosive neon colors. The taste of her was immediate, the searing effect as soon as she placed one hand against my chest stronger than when we’d shared passion before.
Almost instantly she moaned into the moment of intimacy and I sensed she wanted this as much if not more than I did. I longed to drag her close, to hold her against the heat of my body, but I was terrified I’d scare her away.
So I allowed her to explore, rubbing the flat of her other hand up my chest and over my shoulder. Within seconds, her grip was firm, her fingers digging into my skin. There was something sinfully relaxing about the way she was clinging to me.
When she rolled her hand to my face, another jolt of electricity escalated the hunger.
The moment was unexpected, the raging desire pulsing through every vein and muscle becoming cataclysmic.
Her full breasts, so bare and firm were pressed against me.
She even took a slight step forward, sealing her fate.
There would be no possibility of controlling my needs much longer. Maybe she was testing me, pushing my boundaries. Maybe she was swept up in the lure of our relationship, but I was determined to believe she was in the throes of the type of passion only the two of us could share.
I thrust my tongue inside, tasting every inch of her sweet mouth. She responded in kind, sweeping her tongue back and forth across mine. She made a low and throaty sound, which pushed a slight growl from my chest.
As she sucked on my bottom lip, I was certain I’d died and gone to heaven. She had no intention of stopping, wrapping one arm around my waist and caressing my back.
I was hard as a rock, my cock tightly pressed against the base of her stomach. It didn’t matter that she was inches shorter than me or that I was supposed to respect our professional relationship. Nothing did but the longing to drive my cock deep inside.
Lily seemed to sense the urgency, breaking the kiss and pulling back so the water cascaded across her face once again. The twinkle in her eyes was surreal and I wondered if she noticed my wolf was close to the surface.
If so, she didn’t seem to mind, her touches continuing to sear my skin.
I pulled her away from the wall, turning and sliding her against the one opposite the shower curtain.
She’d yet to blink, her eyes darting back and forth across mine.
Her breathing remained irregular and the moment I slid my hands under her bottom, lifting her into my arms, she pursed her lips together.
With one hand wrapped around the base of my cock, I pressed the tip just inside and she pushed her head against the shower wall.
With her eyes now glassing over, she said two words. Once she did, I hoped she knew there was no going back.
This wasn’t just about sharing an intimate moment, fulfilling an agonizing need.
This was about the creation of forever.