Page 168 of Tell Me Something True

She slid her hand from his chest to his shoulder and edged closer. They stayed that way, the moment heavy with anticipation and still a sense of ease he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Heart racing, he held her gaze, watched her eyes widen as he dipped his head. Saw the blue of them deepen when he brushed his mouth against hers. Her fingers tightened on his shoulder, her lips parted on a hushed exhale, her breath washing across his mouth.

“You,” he whispered against her mouth. “I taste you.”

And because she tasted so sweet, because her lips were so soft and warm, and because her eyes fluttered shut and she tipped her head back in clear invitation, he did it again.

And again.

And again.

Gentle, barely there brushes of his mouth against hers until her fingers dug into his shoulder. Until her breathing grew faster and faster. Until she whimpered, the sound a mix of impatience and need.

He grinned against her mouth and she made another sound, this one pure irritation.

And then she licked the corners of his mouth, a quick swipe of the tip of her tongue on each side that had his fingers tightening on her neck. He sat there, stunned and thrilled and breathless, as she sucked his lower lip into her mouth only to release it far enough for her to capture it lightly between her teeth.

She bit down gently, the sting of it going straight to his dick. He went rock hard.

Christ, but he loved it when she took what she wanted from him. What she needed.

Lifting his hand to her ponytail, he tugged on it, forcing her head back until she slowly dragged her teeth along his lip before releasing it.

Once again, their eyes met and held.

And then she smiled, so pretty and so fucking pleased with herself, he let out a growl and slammed his mouth to hers.

He’d been worried kissing her would drag him into the past. But the moment his mouth touched hers, it was as if the past no longer existed. There was only now. No memories. No regrets. No lies.

It was as if they were experiencing something completely new. Something true.

Something they could build on.

He went wild for her, even more so than he’d been last night in that closet. There was no coaxing, no slow, sweet seduction, no patience, or finesse whatsoever.

He devoured her.

Their kiss was unlike anything they’d ever shared before. It was close to brutal. Bordering on dark. But it wasn’t a punishment. Wasn’t his way of getting payback. Wasn’t him trying to prove anything.

It was his salvation.

Still, he realized, in some far recesses in the back of his brain, that he should slow down. But she was kissing him back just as hungrily. Just as deeply.

And when she made another sound, this one a rumble of satisfaction from deep in her throat that reverberated straight through him, he angled her head to the side and kissed her even harder.

It didn’t matter that they were making out, hot and heavy, like a couple of teenagers in his car in a public parking lot. Or that his phone was still buzzing with texts. That his family was waiting for them.

It didn’t matter that he was out of control over a kiss, unable to stop, or that he was pouring his heart and soul into the kiss, letting her see just how badly he wanted her.

How much he’d missed her.

How hard he was falling for her again.

All that mattered was having her back in his arms and that she was kissing him back. Pouring just as much of herself into their kiss as he was.

He dragged her across the console so that she was lying against him, her breasts pressed against his chest, her body twisted at an odd angle. Tightened his grip on her hair, his other hand sliding under the hem of her skirt, touching her knee. Then moving up her inner thigh, dragging the material up, exposing her bare legs as he went higher, seeking her heat. Needing to touch her again. To make her feel good again.

Only to freeze when she clamped her hand over his wrist, yanked her mouth from his and sat back in her seat in one motion.

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