Page 54 of Fierce Storm
“Give me five minutes and we’ll get back to it. I can’t let you stand there in pain.”
“I’m fine.”
I dig my thumbs into a knot where his neck meets his shoulder, and he jolts forward, cursing under his breath. “You were saying?”
“Okay. You win. Do what you will.”
“Thank you.” Though it’s best I don’t take that literally because the things I want to do…
Last month—hell, even last week—I’d moved on from our kiss and placed Sal firmly in the friend zone.
That was until he looked at me like he wanted to worship the ground I walk on while getting me off. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex that my brain can’t stop replaying that image.
I cherish our relationship. Other than Callum, Sal’s the closest man in the world to me. But…I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss him again. And more. He’s afriend that I want to sleep with. The two ideas aren’t mutually exclusive. I can want to have my cake and eat it too. Right?
Either way, this moment isn’t helping.
Lifting to my toes, I tilt Sal’s head to the side and work the tight muscle at the base of his skull. He subtly groans, clearing his throat to cover it. “You’re a woman of many talents,” he rasps, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I am.” A giggle escapes me. “Some you haven’t even discovered yet.”
My head falls back as I laugh to myself, further cementing my need to get laid. Maybe if I do, I might have the chance of forgetting about this.Might. Maybe. Probably not.
Sal doesn’t respond to what I said. Instead, he sucks in a breath before falling silent.
With each passing moment, the tension builds, engulfing me like a warm hug, tightening my chest as a spark runs through me.
I close my eyes, letting the rest of my senses take over—the smell of his rich cologne, a blend of rum and leather, the feel of his warm skin beneath my fingers, the sound of his breaths picking up speed.
My mouth waters, desperate to get in on the action, and I bite down on my lip, terrified that if I don’t, I’ll whimper.
This isn’t just a friendly neck massage anymore, and while I could be the only one that feels it, Sal’s soft sigh suggests that I’m not.
I pause when I’m done, my fingers still lightly pressed against his skin. “Is that better?” I lean in as I whisper, careful not to ruin Sal’s rare moment of peace. He doesn’t get to stop very often. In fact, I’m not even sure he slows down. He deserves a break. He deserves this moment. “I’ll give you a?—”
Sal spins to face me, his dark, dazzling eyes bouncing between mine, his expression pained.
And I panic. “Shit. Did I make it worse?"
I’ve barely gotten the words out when he grabs my face in his hands, his thumb brushing my lip before he leans in and replaces it with his mouth, kissing me with a force I’m not prepared for.
I gasp at the welcome attack and reach out, curling my fingers around his tie, pulling him closer as I meet his fervor.
We stumble back toward the wall, and I brace for impact until Sal releases one of his hands and slows us down, his palm hitting the drywall before we do.
When we’re still, Sal glides his hand down my back, his touch burning a path through the silk of my shirt. He pauses at the waistband of my pants, as though the little bunching of material is a warning sign, and I make a mental note to start wearing more dresses, imagining what could have happened if he didn’t have that barrier.
My legs clench, and the smallest of moans escapes my lips, giving Sal access to swipe his tongue through my mouth and…Oh. My. God.A fire runs through me, arousal pooling at my center. My fingers clench against the soft material of his shirt as I lift to my toes, deepening the kiss, needing more but also unable to remember a time I ever felt this satisfied from a kiss alone.
You’d think I’d never been kissed before with the way my body responds to everything he does.
Sal groans as our tongues clash, and my heart skips, expecting him to pull away.
Only he doesn’t.
We kiss for God knows how long until we’re both breathless, gasping for air as we simultaneously split apart.
Neither of us speaks for a few seconds, our eyes locked, lips raw from practically mauling each other, and I almost laugh.
