Page 151 of Reckless Vow

Chapter39

Brook

Baldo’s lips crash against mine with an urgency and possession that steals my thoughts. His lips, demanding but soft on me, sprout tingles all over my body.

I part for him, and he takes all I’m giving, but, oh, does he give back. He tastes like everything essential and everything forbidden. Full of sin and redemption. Filled with promise and acceptance.

His lips erase all my doubts. They negate any choice. Because there is no choice. There is just him. It has always been him.

He isn’t just kissing my lips, he’s kissing my whole being, every single nerve ending, each crevice in my soul.

Like he’s rebuilding me, the connection recalibrates every frequency in my body, changing the energies, creating pathways for more. For going deeper. For us.

In that kiss, our past and present collide, creating a promise of the future we’ve yearned for since our lips touched for the first time all those years ago.

I’m completely lost in the moment, my mind floating, my body tingling, my core clenching.

Baldo’s hands are in my hair as he devours me with such devotion that I struggle to take it all.

When we finally break apart for air, I almost collapse, my knees giving out. But he’s there, holding me.

“You kissed me.” My voice is a breathy whisper.

“Stop talking,” he growls, and fuses his mouth with mine again.

It’s like he wants to kiss me for all the kisses he refused to give me before. For all the kisses we didn’t get to have over the years.

And I’m still the only woman he’s ever kissed. The thought strips me of any inhibition, and I claw at his skin, climbing him, kissing him back with fervor.

A satisfied guttural groan escapes him, and I sigh with delight.

We break it off, panting, vaguely aware of where we are.

We stare at each other like we’re rediscovering who we are.

“You kissed me,” I say again.

“I should have done it a long time ago.”

My grin is so wide it might dislocate my jaw. “I love you, Baldo Cassinetti.”

“Oh, yeah, I meant to say that.” He shakes his head, dazed.

“Then say it.” I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck.

He studies me for a moment. “I love you, Tokyo.” He lowers his lips to mine, but this time it’s a soft, reverent kiss. “It has always been you, baby.”

“And you kissed me.” I giggle again, giddy and drunk on lust and love and joy.

“I might need to do it many more times to improve.”

“To improve?” I laugh.

“I might fuck like a pro, but I probably kiss like a teenager.”

Only Baldo can be cocky and humble at the same time. “You kiss just like I need it.”

He narrows his eyes, but his lips are quirking up. “So, no practicing then?”

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