Page 27 of Blame it on the Kiss
“Is that really what you’re worried about?” He settled on his elbows, his warm breath tickled the side of her neck.
“Yes.”
“I don’t think so.”
Crap on a cracker. Did he have to feel so good and look so good and know how to read her? “I thought we established you have a thinking problem.”
He laughed. The rumble through his chest reverberated through hers. She smiled despite the effort to keep her lips pressed together in a straight line.
“I need to kiss you, Honor. One kiss the way I want to kiss you, and then we can be done.”
She closed her eyes thinking maybe when she opened them he’d be gone and she’d discover she’d hit her head on her way to the kitchen and dreamed the last ten minutes.
Nope. Not a dream.
“Tell me what you want.” He shifted his hips, leaving no doubt as to how much he desired her.
But it wasn’t just that. It was the way he looked at her, with hunger yes, but also something more. His gaze took her away from everything but the two of them.
She didn’t deserve attention from a guy like Bryce, but right here, right now, she’d be a fool not to take what he offered. Just this once.
“I want you to kiss me.” More than she’d ever wanted anything. She prayed the painful admission didn’t hurt her quiet talks with Payton.
His smile, a little mischievous around the edges, had her melting into the sand. Then his lips brushed hers, and the stars collided. She cupped his face in her hands and shut her eyes.
Kissing had always ranked high on her list of favorite things to do, but Bryce took it to a whole new level. Forget about his mouth on her fingertips,thislinked to all her happy zones and more.
He’d literally swept her off her feet and his kiss quickened the beat of her heart. His lips were soft and warm and hungry. His kiss moved through her like warm honey, filling all the places inside her that had been cold for so long.
He slid his tongue along the seam of her lips, licking her before he pressed further. She willingly opened to him, stroked his tongue, kissed him harder. He groaned. He tasted like champagne and everything good as he delved deeper and committed a full-on assault inside her mouth. His hand gripped her waist. They sank further into the sand.
She clutched his shoulders, smoothed her palms down his back. He pulled gruffly away, nipped at her ear. “You have no idea how much I want you,” he said.
“Tell me,” she murmured. She slipped her hands lower, covered his very fine butt, and ground her pelvis against him.
“I want to lift this dress and do you right here.”
His gravelly voice combined with the thick, hard length pressing into her stomach made her almost breathless. He kissed her jaw, her neck. His warm breath fanned over her collarbone before he lifted and fused his mouth to hers once again.
The kiss rammed every objection out of her bliss-hazed mind. With her fingers in his hair, she kissed him back. He caressed her mouth with perfect care and passion one minute and hot, out of control lashes the next. The hand at her waist moved up to her breast. He cupped it, rubbed his thumb over her nipple. She spiraled close to the edge of release, just like she had the first night they’d met, when his barely R-rated touch set her body aflame with more feeling than she’d ever thought possible.
“Bryce,” she whispered against his lips.
“Okay,” he relented, as if knew he’d pushed her to the edge and she needed him to stop. He rolled to the side and helped her sit up, wiping her back of sand.
She pressed her fingers to her well-kissed lips, wanting to feel a little longer this incredible moment in the sand.
He jammed his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten so carried away.”
All the feel-good sensations making her forget her loneliness fled. The regret in his voice pierced through her skin and bones. She wasn’t sorry. What kind of person did that make her?
They stared toward the water in silence.
“What did you want to talk about?” Honor asked, not sure talking was any better than kissing, but the quiet bothered her. She didn’t want to end things tonight on a bad note.
“Payton’s list.”
Would everything with Bryce come back to Payton? Her heart went on lockdown. “No, thanks.”
