Page 58 of Lost Paradise

Eve's initial surprise melts into a soft gasp. Her eyes flutter closed as she instinctively leans into me. She almost melts into my embrace with relief as she reciprocates my kiss, her fingers gently tangling in my hair.

It feels like a moment suspended in time. Electric tingles gush through my entire body as my hands explore her back, my one hand moving towards the naked skin of her neck, so soft and supple. I want to savor this moment; each kiss and every minute that passes is paused as I taste her luscious lips.

My breathing and heart rate move faster as my fingers excitedly comb through her silky locks, gripping a chunk full in my fist as I dare to push my tongue into her mouth.

Eve takes everything I give her as my tongue reaches the tip of hers, and I wonder how daring and far I can go with her.

I want more from her.

Drawing her closer to my body, she accepts the pull, and I take it one step further as my other hand slowly slides down her back and hesitates, not sure if this will break us or if she’ll let me.

I move my hand to cup her arse cheek and squeeze. It instantly makes my knob grow hard within seconds, and I know she can feel me.

To my horror, she giggles in my mouth, and I pull my head away.

“I liked it,” she muses. “Both where you put your hand and the feel of your cock.”

“I liked both,” she repeats, and I remain silent, a little stunned by her remark.

“Is that too slutty, for you?” She adds with a touch of self-conscious feeling in her voice.

Seeing my frown, she looks apologetically at me as her entire pale face grows dark and flushed with embarrassment.

As difficult as it is to understand why Eve is so attracted to me, I believe her feelings are sincere.

“Never,” I retort firmly. “Never say that about yourself, Eve.” I let go of her arse and reach up to cup the side of her face, my thumbs stroking her cheekbones.

“Fucking ‘ell, Eve. You’re so beautiful.”

There’s emotion in her gaze, more than I’ve ever seen before, and it strikes me speechless. I’ve never had this before, and I want to grab everything she’s willing to offer me like a greedy lover absorbing all the goodness and giving everything I have back to her to own.

Am I really going to do this?

Am I ready to splurge everything I held tight within me my whole life and embark on a journey with the most incredible woman who, until an hour ago, I insulted and then walked out on and hoped to never see again?

I’m a fucking mess, but I know if I don’t take this leap of faith and claim her, it may never come again, and I’m done being afraid of not taking chances. I’m not going to draw out an imaginary data chart in my head and analyze the pros, cons, and potential scenarios.

“I don’t want this to be just about tonight, darling,” I admit, daring myself to go further. “I want more. I want tomorrow and the days after that. I’m aware of what you have with the others. But when we get off this bloody island, I will still want you. Nothing about now is temporary.”

Her eyes are glued to my face, and when I meet her eyes, she stares right back, maybe surprised by my newfound bravado.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“I want that. I want you too, Byron,” she says, smiling at me. Her smile grows wider, and it’s almost as if it illuminates this entire dark jungle in the middle of the night.

Adoration fills her eyes, and I want to bask in it, in this feeling of calm and carefree. I stroke my fingers through her hair as I stare wide-eyed at her. Her eyes fall closed, basking in my touch. My heart pounds wildly at the thought of her and me confirming our relationship.

I tilt her chin up, kissing each corner of her lips as I try and convey how much what she’s just committed to means to me, how much she means to me, when she leans in more, capturing my lips with hers in a slow, gentle kiss.

Sealing my mouth over hers, I kiss her slow and deep. Every move I make is tender and intimate, and she’s allowing me to lead this. I swear, the taste of her could actually become my new favorite flavor. As I feel her melt into my arms, my kisses deepen and lengthen, gradually becoming more heated.

I begin kissing her hungrily, excited about where this could lead us. She continues to allow me to control this, and I drag her into a fierce, hard rhythm. A sudden growl from nowhere unfurls in my chest, and she wraps her arms around my back and lets out a soft sexy moan that goes straight to my stiffie.

My hands dip under her shirt and slide upwards against her warm skin, and when I reach her bra, I dare it and cup her breast, beginning to explore her shape, feeling her hardened nipple, and I want more.

My fingers tremble, trying to get her bra unhooked.

She must know now ….

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