Page 68 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

Chapter Eleven

Christine

Everything blurs.

My breath catches against him, jagged, and for a second my body is caught between instinct and resistance, between memory and the present.

I don’t mean to, but I respond.

God… I respond.

My mouth parts for him, for the heat of his breath, for the way it fills me before his tongue follows, sliding in and meeting mine in a clash that makes no sense and feels entirely right at the same time.

It’s chaos.

Perfect, consuming chaos.

Like something inside me bursts to life all at once, bright and overwhelming, like fireworks going off beneath my skin.

My fingers curl into his shirt, gripping without thought, pulling him closer when I should be pushing him away.

I feel a consuming simmer flood through me, rushing too fast, spreading from my chest down my spine, curling aroundmy waist before spilling into my core in a way that makes my breath stutter again.

It’s been years. Years since I’ve let anyone this close.

His hand pulls at my waist, smothering me into him, eliminating the last bit of space I could’ve used to think, to stop this, to remember why I shouldn’t be here.

My body leans into it instead.

Traitor.

We are both panting into the kiss, teeth working against tongue and lips, both intoxicated by lust and desire. Both burning.

My nipples harden, mirroring the hardness of him I feel against my stomach. My sex burns with the same heat I feel under his touch.

I hate how easily it comes back.

The way I fit into this.

The way he knows exactly how to take, how to pull, how to make everything else fall away until it’s just him, just the longing building, just the rhythm my body falls into like it never forgot.

I give in completely, letting it take me.

The noise from the reception is gone. The world narrows. My senses blur at the edges, everything pointing only where he touches, where he moves, where he’s taking me.

Until my senses snap back in place. Almost like a thread pulled to its limit.

My breath breaks as awareness crashes back in, and I jerk away from him, my chest rising too fast, my mind catching up all at once to what I just did.

To what I just let happen.

“What the hell…” I don't complete my sentence before my hand moves.

I swing a punch at him, anger driving it, shame chasing right behind.

But he catches it, stopping my wrist mid-air, trapped in his grip, my breath still bursting out of me, my pulse loud in my ears as I stare at him, furious. Shaken.

And far too aware of everything I just gave away.