Page 175 of Fighting Chance

“Is there a reason you’re holding back with me, Ashford?”

“A million and one.”

“I think you need to put your million and one reasons aside and rectify the situation.”

“Do you now?” he asks, his voice thick with heat.

Pulling back, I take in the way his fists are clenched, his breathing labored. “Do you want to kiss me, Kieran?” I ask bluntly.

His response is as quick as lightning. “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

Swallowing thickly I plunge into this rush of confidence and breathe, “Then hurry up and put us both out of our misery and kiss me, Kieran Ashford.”

The words have barely left my lips before his hands are back in my hair and he’s pulling me down to him.

The moment his lips connect with mine, fireworks explode.

Every nerve ending in my body alights and detonates. The electricity coursing between us makes me gasp, and Kieran groans, taking full advantage of the moment handed to him. He dips his tongue inside my mouth.

Passion ignites in me like never before, alongside a need I only ever thought I’d read about.

It’s a hunger that demands to be fed.

A need that demands to be met.

A want that cannot go unanswered.

As if hearing the call as well, Kieran grips me to him like the kiss is his lifeline, as if I am his oxygen and he will simply cease to breathe without my lips on his. I slide forward, our bodies melting together and molding so there’s not an inch of space left. We align perfectly in every which way, our hearts connected, beating in rhythm.

He cups my thigh and suddenly I’m suspended, gravity joining the party before I crash onto the reading chair, our lips never once leaving each other’s as Kieran moves over the top of me. He aligns our hips again, my back arching, the kiss deepening as we moan into each others mouths.

I’ve dreamed about this, have secretly fantasied what it would feel like to kiss Kieran Ashford, and not once has my imagination ever lived up to reality.

It barely gave him justice.

It’s extraordinary.

Life-changing.

Addicting.

Wrapping my arm around his neck I hold him to me, my hips seem to move of their own accord, seeking out friction. Kieran grunts as I slide my hand through his hair and pull him closer.

I needmore.

I need everything.

I need him like I need air.

I rip my mouth away just long enough to heave out, “Please.” I go right back to kissing him, the hunger in me not yet satisfied, and by the way Kieran is holding me to him, his hand on my hip borderline bruising, I can tell he isn’t fulfilled yet either.

Perhaps we never will be.

“Kieran,” I gasp between kisses, wanting his lips to remain on mine forever.

“Sunshine.”

I moan at the nickname, whimper at the feeling of his hips gyrating against mine, and groan at the pleasure I’m embarrassed to feel already blooming.