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His body began to shake harder and his breath started to seesaw in and out of him. His pupils were blown. Whatever he’d been feeling when he’d left the restaurant was long gone but it wasn’t just desire consuming his eyes, there were other things too.

Confusion.

Fear.

Hope.

Warning bells were going off in my head, but I ignored them.

I had to know. I just had to.

Before I could even consider the consequences of my actions, I captured his mouth with mine. I had my answer within seconds of my lips brushing over his.

He’d never been kissed before.

Chapter 6

SILVER

I didn’t know what to do. Not a single fucking clue.

I was an expert when it came to wrapping my lips around a dick, limp or hard, and I’d mastered swallowing said dick down my throat and using my tongue and lips to make it shoot endless amounts of thick, bitter-tasting fluid down my throat. I knew how to react when that same sticky liquid was intentionally directed at me until lines of it were streaking down my face. I knew what to do when a spent, still half hard, slick dick was wiped along my lips.

But this… this thing that Dalton was doing to me… I had absolutely no idea what to do.

How had we gone from me stripping bare in the parking lot just so I could get Dalton’s scent off me for good to now being engulfed in it? Warmth enveloped me even though several inches of empty air stood between our bodies.

The single place where we were connected was all that mattered, though. It made so many things happen all at once. Fire burned in my blood, my stomach felt like little explosions were going off inside of it, and my dick… oh God, my dick was responding in the most delightfully painful way.

I wanted.

That was it.

I wanted.

Problem was, I didn’t know what I wanted or how to get it.

Just like I didn’t know what to do with my mouth as Dalton gently brushed his lips over mine like he could go on doing it forever.

My hands were trapped in the sleeves of the shirt I’d been in the process of putting on, so I was completely at his mercy. Hell, it wouldn’t have mattered if they’d been free. I wouldn’t have known what to do with them anyway.

“Kiss me back, sweetheart,” Dalton whispered between kisses.

I opened my mouth to tell him that I didn’t know how but he chose that moment to kiss me again. With my mouth slightly open, I could feel his soft breath mix with mine. I swore I heard him moan, but it also could have been me.

I’d lost all sense of time and our surroundings. It should have scared me, but it did the opposite. The sensation was so overwhelming I couldn’t help but blurt out the words I probably should have kept to myself when Dalton’s lips left mine.

“I… feel,” I croaked.

I was sure I’d ruined the moment and burst the little bubble protecting us from the outside world when Dalton leaned back a little and just stared at me. His eyes looked like emeralds, but I couldn’t read what was behind them. Had I fucked all this up by talking? Was he going to stop and look at me with disgust or pity? Was he thinking about all the things my mouth had been used for by Ivan? The things I’d let Ivan do?—

My thoughts were interrupted when Dalton brushed his mouth over mine again, this time capturing my bottom lip and gently holding it between his teeth for a split second. I felt that short half second everywhere. I leaned in, hoping I could get him to repeat the move, but he merely let his mouth hover preciously close to mine.

“Me too,” he whispered, and then his mouth was back on mine. I let out a little cry of relief as his words sank in and his lips worked their magic.

He felt it too.

That gnawing, clawing thing inside me hurt but not in a bad way. The relief, the warmth, the hunger, the hope… all from his mouth being on mine for a handful of seconds. I couldn’t process what that meant, and I didn’t want to. I just wanted more of it—for me and for him.

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