Page 35 of Bound

His lips press to each of them in turn again, and then he kisses the bridge of my nose, the corner of my mouth, my bottom lip.

I exhale sharply.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Keep it open for me.”

And then his mouth is settling over mine, gently, slowly, our lips fused together, soft and open and?—

He slips his tongue through the gap and brushes it along mine.

I gasp, lips parting further, which seems to be exactly what he wants because he makes a sound of approval, leans more heavily against me, and strokes his tongue a little more firmly, a little deeper, a little?—

My moan slips up my throat, dances across my tongue, and…

Something incredible happens.

Hegroans, the sound vibrating through me, sending shock waves of pleasure through my breasts, my belly, arrowing down between my thighs. That’s great—feels fucking great—but it’s not the wonderful part. Nope.Thathappens when he kisses me more deeply…

And when I stop thinking so hard about it.

My lips move without my direction, matching his rhythm, my tongue coming out to tangle with his.

The kiss…

Is incredible.

My body reacts like it’s meant to kiss this man, like I was put on this planet to be in this room, to feel him, to touch him, to experience this stolen moment with him.

Jackson pulls back, his eyes hot, his lips a little swollen. “Fucking perfect,” he murmurs, resting his forehead against mine.

My nerves are on fire. My head is spinning. I’m half-convinced if he lets me go that I’ll collapse into a puddle of goo.

The only thing that makes me feel better is that Jackson is as out of breath as I am.

“You good?” he asks.

Good?I feel like I’m floating…or that I need to go back to the hotel room and get my vibrator so I can ease this ache between my legs.

“You’re good,” he says, mouth curving, thumb brushing along my jaw, pressing down lightly on my bottom lip so he can lean in to taste me again.

And this time, I don’t feel awkward or embarrassed. I’m not worried about my hands or eyes. I just…

Kiss Jackson Hunter.

Until my head feels like it’s spinning.

Until I forget that it’s almost forty-two minutes before game time.

Until—

Knock. Knock.Knock!

This pause in time and space, this secret moment…

Is broken.

“Fuck,” he mutters, pulling back and resting his forehead against mine. “We need to go.”

“Yes.”

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