Page 9 of Forbidden Kiss

“It’s okay,” he says, tilting his head to the side and arching a masculine eyebrow. “He was a jerk.”

A slight smile lifts the corners of my mouth. “Then, maybe youdoknow how I feel,” I admit, walking closer to him. Honestly, I don’t know why I need this man who stands in front of me, but I do. “And maybe then you’d also know thatrestis the last thing I need.”

The smell of cedarwood awakens my senses and makes me want more of him.

A visible bob moves over his throat. “Ava. I can feel your attraction to me, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want you too, but we can’t do this. You’re his daughter.”

I look him square in the eyes. “Dammit. I’m not just a daughter. Let me beme.”

His eyebrows furrow just before he grasps my face and leans in to taste my lips. Like a panther, he devours my mouth, his tongue canvasing every corner of my opening.

His kiss tastes even more savory than I’d imagined. I want more.

“What are you doing to me?” he whispers.

I run my fingers through his hair. “Just make me feel good. It’s all I want right now.”

His eyes turn determined, and he grips my face harder before his tongue prods my mouth.

With his beefy arms wrapped around me, he pulls me closer to him. A course of arousal triggers in my center—it’s the same one I’d felt earlier when he’d taken me into his arms at the hospital.

His embrace is so comforting… so whole and good.

My back arches and my chest presses against him. My nipples long to be touched, caressed, and adored.

As if sensing my needs, he takes a clothed breast into his hand and looks into my eyes. He wants to ask if it’s what I really want, but he doesn’t.

An understanding passes between us.

I nod, wanting him to know it’s okay. “I need this. Please, Ethan.”

My begging only pushes him further.

While pulling the sides of my blouse open, he causes three of the buttons to rip, but I don’t care. His warm hands move over my breasts just before he brings me toward him to unfasten my bra.

I rest my head on his chest, where it feels warmth and comfort.

He kisses the top of my head until the bra falls to the floor. In one swift motion, his hand grabs my right breast, eliciting a gasp from me.

Soon after, my breaths come in heavy pants. I need him. Badly.

He leans down to take a pebbled nipple into his mouth. He lingers on it briefly, then shifts to the left.

Though I barely know him, I bask in his attention, throwing my head back and enjoying every sensation he offers me.

I whimper before lifting my head up. “Why does this feel so good?”

He doesn’t answer, but his breaths come in heavy, and the gusts of wind fan my moist breasts.

Touching his shoulder, the hard, rigid muscle flexes under my fingertips.

His eyes close as his fingers unzip my pencil skirt and embrace my lower back. “We both need this.”

My breath hitches in my throat as I whimper and apply kisses to his muscular torso.

As he withdraws his hand, it rests on my pantied backside. Slipping underneath, he pushes my butt so that my pelvis presses into him.

Feeling the hard bulge against my belly, my hands instinctively wander further south along his abdomen.

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