Page 51 of Stolen Dreams

She clutches my hips, her fingers gently fisting my shirt. With a faint tug, she pulls me impossibly closer. Presses her body flush to the length of mine.

She’s everywhere. Invading all my senses.

Hands drifting to the nape of her neck, I thread my fingers through her hair. My tongue darts out and licks the seam of her lips, silently asking for more. To taste her.

She fists my shirt harder. Gives another tug. Then parts her lips and invites me in.

I moan without shame as I deepen the kiss. As I stroke her tongue with mine and taste her for the first time. As I memorize the feel of my body molded with hers. The kiss feels infinite and everlasting, yet fleeting and meager.

Fingers curling in her hair, I turn her head and plunge deeper. Lick and stroke and suck and taste until I don’t know which way is up.

I want more. Need more.Cravemore.

But I stop myself from taking the next step.

Not tonight.

Against every carnal cell in my body, I break the kiss but don’t stop touching her. I’m not ready to.

I rest my forehead on hers. Toy with her hair as my other hand caresses the length of her spine. Catch my breath and give her a moment to do the same. Her fingers skim my lower back a beat before her arms circle my waist and hold me to her.

“Could kiss you forever, Fire Eyes.” I drop my lips to hers, needing one last taste tonight.

“I won’t stop you.” Her admission takes me by surprise.

Groaning, I inch back. “I’ll do my best to remember that.” I press my lips to her forehead and keep them there a moment. “Don’t want to, but I should let you go,” I pout.

A tremor ripples from her chest as she laughs. Her grip on me loosens, her arms slinking back to her sides.

Unable to resist, I drop my mouth to hers. Kiss her again, then force myself to take a step back. “Go. Before I don’t let you leave,” I tease.

She slips into the driver’s seat, an indefinite smile on her lips. “Good night,Chef.” She closes the door and starts the car.

The wayChefrolls off her tongue makes my dick weep.

I’ll deal with you soon enough.

Rooted in place as she backs out of the driveway, I wave, and she mimics the gesture. Until her brake lights disappear through the trees, my feet don’t unstick themselves.

When I walk through the front door, the subtle scent of her perfume hits me immediately. A sweet, earthy rose fragrance that makes my blood sing. I cross the room, sit on the couch, pick up the throw pillow she was closest to, bring it to my nose and inhale. Any sane person would call me a creep for doing it. But I give zero fucks.

Falling for anyone, falling for Kaya, scares the hell out of me.

But disregarding what I feel for her, not giving whatever this is between us a chance, downright petrifies me.

FOURTEEN

ERASER

Thwack.Thwack. Thwack.

A low moan ripples through the room.

“You fuck like a nasty whore, Cook. Are you a nasty whore?”

In reality, she doesn’t fuck at all. She either lies on her back and spaces out or gets on all fours and barely stays upright. She is a literal hole to fuck and nothing more.

She moans again, louder this time.

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