Page 53 of Stroked Hard
Of course he’s going to make me say it.
Shyly, looking up from under my lashes, I say, “Something about no more good-night hugs.”
“Correct.” He leans forward even more, his body now flush against mine. “What else did I mention?”
Nervously, I answer, “Something about lips touching.”
He chuckles and that sound nearly destroys me. I’m nervous, I’m seriously nervous, and I never get nervous. Where’s my backbone? Where’s my moral ground? Where the hell is my sassy voice that would normally be turning down this man who has made it known he wantsme?
She’s long gone. Bare-chested, ungodly sexy-smelling Hollis chased her away.
My vagina has taken over all decisions regarding the man standing in front of me.
His hand runs up my side and cups my cheek, followed by the gentle pull of his thumb on my bottom lip, his face inching even closer.
God, he’s going to kiss me. And I’m going to let him.
“These lips right here.” He sighs . . . freaking sighs. “These lips were one of the first things I noticed about you. How they shined, begging for me to come brand them with my own. I’ve dreamt of these lips and I’m finally going to take what I want from them.”
My heart is pounding rapidly in my chest, my breath has escaped me, and he leans forward, closing the gap between us, I can’t help but internally beg him to keep moving forward.
Please don’t let this be a joke. Just one taste. Just one night. That’s all I want. One night with Hollis.So he’ll move on.
With one last press of my hips against my front door, Hollis traps me in his grip and guides his lips down on mine.
Soft.
Gentle.
Intoxicating.
It’s the only way I know how to describe what he’s doing. His mouth is closed, there is no tongue, there is no urgency; it’s cautious but antsy at the same time.
Every bit of my body is tingling with excitement from the way he feels against my body, from the way his hands grip me just right, and from the way his lips roam about mine, never deepening the kiss into anything other than a light press of my mouth against his.
He makes me want to beg for more. Soft movements send my body into a vortex of heat, sweeping me up into an eternal state of arousal. Just from a kiss.
A simple kiss is throwing my world for a loop. Everything I’ve ever known is changing from this small and innocent kiss.I’ve never been kissed like this.
A sexy, clit-clenching moan flows from the depths of his throat out of his mouth as he pulls away. Seductively, while staring me directly in the eyes, he licks his lips, savoring the flavor on them.
Crap, that’s so freaking hot.
“Just what I thought. You taste like fucking heaven, baby.”
If I taste like heaven then why did he stop? Shouldn’t he want to keep going?
So I want him to keep going? That’s the real question I should be asking here. Get it together, Mel. You’re not supposed to be giving in.
But . . .
It’s Hollis Knightly. Hollis FREAKING Knightly. There is only so much I can do when it comes to turning him down.
I search his eyes, not really sure what to say.I taste like heaven. Do I say thank you? Do I punch him in the stomach and tell him to leave me alone? Do I rip his pants down, pull a Paisley, and blow him on my welcome mat? Although a charming thought, I don’t believe I’ll be partaking in a welcome-mat blowy.
My wandering mind doesn’t give me a chance to say anything in response as he parts, putting distance between us. There is a light sheen of sweat caressing his chest now, his eyes hazy, sexy . . . so damn perfect. Is he turned on just as much as I am? If he is, would he fuck me if I asked him to?
Would he be able to carry on with a one-night stand and not look for anything after that? I’m guessing that will be a no since he’s already claimed to be my future husband. Boy, is he going to be disappointed when that little dream of his doesn’t come true.
