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This bodily reaction had never been so painful.
The burning need inside him did not quit, and he had to touch more of her to ease the ache.
Chapter eighteen
Wynn didn’t know what the hell she was doing, and she didn’t care.
All she wanted wasmore.
More of this kiss, more of the feel of Iax against her, more of all her worries and pain being swept away by the incredible sensations flooding her body.
And underneath it all was wonder.
For her entire life, she’d had superficial relationships and watched others connect with each other, all the while feeling like there must be something wrong with her.
Because no person had ever stirred her blood enough for her to become physical with them. And adding a mood enhancer to the mix had never been an option. Drugs just didn’t work for her. She’d resigned herself that romantic relationships weren’t for her, and she’d been okay with that.
But even friendships had been hard. Foster had been the only one to truly know her, and even he hadn’t known everything. He’d teased her about her love of spaceball and her need to closet herself away for hours at a time with a good book or just listening to music, instead of trying to understand her. Connections were forced, not natural, and she’d always preferred her own company.
None of that seemed true anymore. Her head was a whirl of disconnected thoughts, while her heart thumped painfully in her throat. Her lower stomach expanded with heat and need. The apex of her thighs ached.
No person had ever made her feel this way, and he wasn’t even trying.
She could tell by the awkward movements, the fumbling, the erratic tempo of his breathing. The hard-on pressing against her abdomen should have freaked her out, but she tilted her hips, thrusting against him to relieve the pulsing need between her legs.
She couldn’t keep hold of her thoughts.
His groan lit her insides.
She just wanted tofeel.
His hands explored her body through her clothing, leaving trails of lava in their wake. She leaned into his touch, reveling at how much sensation she experienced through a layer of fabric, her skin pebbling, yearning.
How much better would it be without her clothes?
Amazing. She knew it would feel amazing.
She rocked against him, wanting more, and his leg drifted upward until his thigh nestled between both of hers. Another groan ripped out of her as she found pressure and friction by tipping her hips. Her heart thumped harder between her ears with each movement. Heat spread over her skin.
She finally understood what all the girls in her dorm used to giggle about late at night.
Her hands drifted to face, over his jaw and cheeks. She marveled at its smoothness even as the action sent more shivers down her arms. He’d been here two days and, as far as she knew, hadn’t shaved. She stroked his scalp, fingernails scratching, and received a tremor from the touch.
I like that.Liked being the one who elicited these reactions and made him unravel.What would he look like when he comes?The thought spread heat downward to settle at her center.
She repeated the action, then stroked downward, over his shoulders to his biceps. She squeezed, admiring the thickness and strength of his muscles. Then her fingers trailed lower, down his arms, over his wrists to his waist, where she circled her hands and pulled him closer.
He broke the kiss with a groan, tucking his face into the place where her shoulder met her neck. He inhaled deeply. More shivers exploded over her skin. She tilted her head back, allowing him better access. His lips teased her skin, then he paused and lifted his head.
Glittering eyes searched hers. “Do I have permission to touch you?”
She laughed. She couldn’t help it. “You’re already touching me.” Her throat was so clogged with desire, her words tumbled over each other.
The corner of his mouth quirked, like he needed to smile but didn’t know how. “I want to touch you everywhere.”
“Yes.” She nodded, a frantic edge to the movement. “Yes, I want that too. You have permission. All the permission.”
Then she was pulling him down for another kiss, their teeth clacking. It was messy, and primal, and she couldn’t get enough. She wanted to drink him up. His scent and taste mixed in her head, a combination she didn’t have a name for, but contained some sort of citrusy, herbal note.
