Page 60 of Seduction Under the Southern Stars

He moves closer to me and cups my face with his big, warm hands. “Would I kiss a sister like this?” he murmurs. And he bends his head and lowers his lips to mine.

I inhale sharply, then hold my breath as he kisses me. Gently, pressing his lips across mine, soft butterfly kisses, innocent and tender.

He lifts his head a little, and I wait for him to move away.

“Want me to stop?” he whispers.

I blink and shake my head.

“Breathe,” he reminds me.

I let my breath out in a rush. His lips curve up, and then he moves even closer to me and kisses me again, this time wrapping his arms around me.

Oh my… I get an image in my head of Nigel Tufnel from Spinal Tap explaining how his amp goes up to eleven as my thermostat shoots up and heat rushes through me, and I try not to giggle, but then luckily all thoughts flee my brain as I focus on the man in my arms.

Linc tilts his head, changing the angle of the kiss, and then I feel his tongue touch my bottom lip, requesting entry. Shyly, I open my mouth to accept the brush of his tongue inside.

I wasn’t sure how I would feel about doing this with a man, but with Linc I feel no fear or panic, no hesitation, just a rising passion as he encourages me to kiss him back with tiny thrusts of his tongue. Mmm… my nipples tighten in my bra, and between my thighs my inner muscles tingle with pleasure. It’s like I’m reacting to the kiss from top to toe, as if every cell of my body wants to join in the fun, as his lips move across mine.

I didn’t know it would feel this intimate, but also this pleasurable; he’s so gentle, tempting, not forcing, teasing, not thrusting. It’s clear that he’s trying to take it slow, and I know it’s important to him to not frighten me, but all of a sudden, it’s not enough. I want more.

I lift my arms around his neck, rising up onto my tiptoes as I press against him, and his arms tighten, pulling me flush to him. Ooh… he has an erection. This must be like the sensation of drinking whisky, feeling it sear down to your stomach and shoot through your veins at a million miles an hour. I slide my fingers into his hair, open my mouth further, and thrust my tongue against his. In return, he gives a husky groan that sets me alight, and he pushes me back to the kitchen counter…

But it’s further away than we realize, and I stumble back and then meet it with a bump that breaks us apart in shock.

“Oh!” I gasp.

He moves back immediately and runs a hand through his hair. “Shit,” he says. “Sorry.”

I moisten my lips with the tip of my tongue. “It’s okay.”

“No, I didn’t mean to take it that far.” He looks worried—he thinks he’s upset me.

“Linc,” I say softly, “it’s okay. It was…” I can’t think of an adjective that even comes close to describing how wonderful it was, and so I just let my lips curve up.

His smile matches mine, and we both give wry laughs.

“I’d better go,” he says.

My heart sinks a little. He’s regretting kissing me. I clear my throat and nod, and I follow him to the door. “Okay. Meet me here tomorrow at nine?”

“Will do.” He goes out, then stops and turns to face me. “Not even close to being my sister,” he says.

I give a short laugh. “Bye.”

He winks at me. “See you tomorrow.” And he walks away, heading for the elevator.

I go back in and lock the door. I don’t even think to check it. I wander into the living room in a dream and collapse on the sofa.

Would I kiss a sister like this?

He got his wings for me. The thought makes my heart lift.

I flop back onto the sofa and look up at the ceiling, and I lie there for a long time, while stars begin to pop out on the night sky.

Chapter Thirteen

Linc

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