Page 27 of Razor

She pulls away, her voice tortured.

“Why can’t I stop kissing you?”

“Then don’t.”

Our lips collide, deeper, our tongues uniting, our breathing shared.

I pull away, turning my attention to her soft neck, kissing it, sucking the sweet flesh, delighting in the flavor of a woman I have an irresistible urge to claim.

Her hands shift, running her nails down my chest. Her thumbs pressing on my nipples, her pussy tight against my cock.

A sudden groan, a soft moan, a gasp of need, a soft word spoken.

“Razor.”

So much is said in the use of my name. The urgency, the desire, the desperation, all mixing to make the perfect sound.

I lift her onto the bank, pressing her back against the damp grass, my arm around her, pulling her in tight, her bra an irritant I don’t have the right to remove.

She licks my neck, her perfect teeth grazing the skin, her hands exploring freely, my desire overwhelming.

“Sunday.”

I attempt to pour cold water on the situation. I’m not a man to take advantage of a woman who is here for protection.

“Don’t say it.”

She sounds fierce.

“Say what?”

“That this is wrong. I won’t accept that.”

“Wrong?”

Pulling back, I stare into her beautiful face, and she smiles shyly.

“Opportunities like this don’t come to me. I’m not a girl who sleeps around, or even wants to. But I want you, Razor. Perhaps it’s the moonlight messing with my mind, the lack of sleep, orthe abandon of the situation, but right now I want to experience what it’s like to be with you.”

“I want that too, Sunday, but I’m mindful of your situation.”

“My situation has nothing to do with this.”

Her finger trails a path down my face, and she gazes into my eyes with lust.

“When I saw you in the bar, something spoke to me. There were many men there tonight, but I only saw one.”

I can’t look away, and she leans closer and presses her lips to mine. Her kiss soft, enchanting even, and damaging to my heart.

I close my eyes, the demons circling as I kiss her back, emptying my mind of chivalry and what I should be doing right now.

Perhaps she’s right. This is one of those times when the world doesn’t get to dictate what’s right. Only nature, and as she kisses me with a deep yearning, I match her stroke for stroke.

She pulls away and her eyes flash in the dusky light. Without a word, she pushes me back and rolls to her side, kneeling beside me, her attention focused on me. Without a word she strips off her bra, slinging it to the side, before shimmying out of her panties, all the while her gaze locked on mine.

She is a goddess. A fucking miracle of nature, and then she pushes me back onto the damp grass, kissing me with the promise of paradise.

My mind is blown. I have no other thought in my head than her, and as her lips drag lower, she kisses my neck, her delicate fingers gripping my wrist as she takes what she wants from me.