Page 83 of Unsuitable
And, holy hell…he’s hard. I can feel his erection digging into my stomach.
I made him hard from just a kiss.
Go, me!
The feel of him hard and pressed up against me with his tongue sweeping delicious strokes over mine has me squirming. I’m pretty sure my knickers are damp as well.
God, the man can kiss.
I could write songs about how well he can kiss.
But then that would be weird. And, also, I can’t write for shit.
Kas drops my wrist and takes ahold of my face with both hands, and then he angles my head so that he can kiss me exactly how he wants to. And I have absolutely no problem with that.
I slide my hands around his back, wanting to feel him, solid and strong beneath my fingers.
His tongue sweeps over my bottom lip, making me moan and move against him.
I feel a shudder run through him, and he presses even harder against me.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans before taking my mouth again.
He kisses me with more intensity, bordering on crazy.
And I match him stroke for stroke.
We’re pulling on each other, both taking what we need. Basically fucking the hell out of each other’s mouths.
All of him is against me, and even still, I don’t feel close enough.
I want more of him. I want all of him.
I hook my leg around his. His hand leaves my face and slides down to my thigh. He lifts my leg higher, hooking it around his hip.
He shifts his lower body, grinding himself against me.
Right on the very spot where I need him. The spot that’s begging for his touch.
His teeth graze over my bottom lip as he thrusts up against me.
“Yes, Kas,” I moan.
And that’s when everything changes.
Or stops. Or goes wrong.
I’m not really sure what happens. All I do know is that he’s no longer moving, no longer kissing me.
He pulls back, staring at me like he doesn’t even know me. Doesn’t know why he’s here.
His brows draw together, and he squeezes his eyes shut. He looks like he’s in pain.
A cold, sick feeling trickles into my stomach.
My hands drop from him.
His eyes flash open. The look I see in them…regret.
