Page 81 of This Bitter Sweet Temptation
Then her eyes ignite. They find mine.
She launches herself at me over the sofa.
For a brief second, her impact winds me.
I’m not ready to have her in my arms. She pushes me back into the cushions, her knees pressed against my hips.
“It’srealll!Holden, we’re sitting on a fortune.” She laughs loudly. Her breath feels warm against my face, her lips closing in until—
Fuck.
For a second, I freeze, melting into the primal, plush warmth of this little firecracker kissing me.
Me, the last man she should be kissing.
Instinct kicks in, this primal, caveman shit I can’t control.
I kiss her back with the force of a rampaging army.
I kiss her deeply, madly, spearing my tongue after hers, sinking my teeth into her lip, stealing her breath, her moan, her all.
Delirium hits.
Her lips are still curled against mine, quivering and impulsive and unsure. Her eyes are closed.
It’s like everything moves in slow motion.
A blizzard of sins. Epic fuckups happening at once, but she feels too good to stop.
This isn’t like the one-person kiss this morning, the way I sampled her then—more of a quick, secret peck. A flutter of lust.
This is her, pressed against me, fully aware of what’s happening, refusing to turn back.
Her fingers reach up and tangle in my shirt, pulling me closer.
Mayday.
Growling, I slide my hand through her hair, tilt her head, and give in to the madness.
Hunger takes control.
Some withered, rational part of me knows this is a disaster.
The rest just wants to get intoxicated on the girl I can’t have but will.
Her apple blossom scent.
Her softness.
Her whimper—fucking God, the sounds coming out of hermouth.
My free hand moves to the back of her top, fumbling, fighting to regain control.
Of course, it’s too late.
Self-control left the room the moment she threw herself at me.
The moment I woke up with her curled up against me, her breasts against my chest, her thigh teasing my cock to hell and back.
