Page 29 of Texas Kissing

I groaned and tried to bend forward as his mouth neared my left nipple, trying instinctively to wrap myself around him and hide myself. But his hands suddenly grabbed my shoulders and slammed me back against the wall, pinning me there. “Stay right there,” he ordered me, and that heavy Texan accent did a number inside my head—strong but never cruel. It just told me how things were going to be.

I stayed where I was, lust overwhelming the fear of getting caught. I felt his mouth close around my nipple, his strong lips as powerful as fingers, his tongue lashing and twirling around my hardened nub, pushing it and stroking at it in a way that made myfingers dig hard into his biceps. I threw back my head and moaned as he sucked my breast into his mouth, enveloping me in heat. He started licking and the slow swirls of his tongue made me grind my hips in response. I might as well have been a marionette with him working my strings.

After a few seconds, he seemed to trust me enough to remain where I was. He dropped one hand to my other breast so he could attend to it, too, and the red fire that was scorching down through me doubled in intensity. My breasts are big—I’ve always been a little self-conscious of them—but in his big hands they felt exactly right. His fingers kneaded with just a little roughness, making me hump my hips towards him and grind my head against the hard wood of the wall. Then he took my nipple between thumb and forefinger and started to pinch—slow and certain. He knewexactlywhat he was doing. I cried out and he fixed me with his gaze.

“You like that?” he rasped.

The heat was bucking and snarling inside me, now, taking on a new and darker form. I stared back at him...and nodded.

He pinched just a little harder. White-hot starbursts of pleasure and pain joined the rush of heat and I snapped my mouth closed, shutting my eyes, as well.

He lifted his other hand from my shoulder—I was his, now, and he knew I wasn’t going to move. He stroked my cheek, then rubbed his thumb across my lips, letting me feel the size of him against my softness. He stroked me there three times and then pushed between my lips. I panted through my nose as he touched my teeth, playing his thumb along them. Istill had my eyes closed—I didn’t dare open them, because that would mean seeing him and facing up to what I was doing.

I’d been feeling things I hadn’t for years...but this was different. What he was doing now was something I’dneverfelt before. I could feel his eyes on me, watching my reaction.

I opened for him. And then his thumb was in my mouth, stroking across the tip of my tongue, trusting me not to bite. I began to tremble and my breath came in shuddering pants. Every hot gasp of air had to pass around that hard thumb, making it impossible to forget the intimate invasion. It turned every breath I took into a new source of heat. I clamped his thumb lightly with my teeth and he groaned in pleasure.

And then, even though some distant part of my brain was screaming at me that I shouldn’t, I started to lick at it with the tip of my tongue.

Bull drew in his breath. He licked my breast twice more and then drew back enough to speak. When the words came, each one was a hot little hurricane against my spit-wet nipple. “Oh,” he said softly. “You’re a bad girl when you get going. Aren’t you, Lily?”

My cheeks were flaming red, but the heat was racing up and down my body, increasing by the second.

He moved his hand to the breast he’d been licking and pinched my slickened nipple. “Aren’t you?”

The silver starbursts stretched out, elongating into shooting stars. I was grinding my hips against him, now, helpless with need. “Uh-huh,”I moaned.

The thumb withdrew from my mouth. I felt the wet touch of it glance off my bare stomach and then myjeans were being stretched away from my body and the button was popping loose. That did it: the easy little slip of the hard metal through that soft denim hole—we’re actually going to—

“W—Wait!” I blurted.

His hands froze.

I had to swallow a few times before I was capable of speech. My brain, which I’d left many, many miles behind, finally caught up and reminded me of all the reasons I shouldn’t let this happen.

I twisted out of his grip and turned away from him. “I can’t,” I panted. “Sorry.”

He was panting, too, his huge chest rising and falling. I could feel the hot waves of frustration rolling off of him. “Why the hell not?”

I shook my head. I was trying to do my bra up, but my fingers were shaking too hard to manage the clasp. “It’s complicated.”

He put his huge hand on my shoulder and turned me back to face him again. My breasts were covered by my bra but there was still a lot of exposed skin and every inch of it was suddenly aflame again from the feel of his eyes on it. “Make it simple,” he grunted.

I couldn’t meet his eyes. I gave up on the bra and looked off to the side as I tried to fasten up my blouse. “It’s not you. I can’t get involved with anyone.”

“This is the same horseshit you fed me outside Lucky Pete’s. And yet you came back here.”

I shook my head. “This was a mistake. I’m sorry.”

He stepped closer, looming over me. “Sooner or later, girl, you’re gonna have to wake up to what you really need. Your brain’s trying to rope in your body but it don’t have a hope.”

“You won’t see me again,” I said, determined. I’dgottensomebuttons fastened, at least. I stalked off towards the door.

“Lily,” he said as I unbolted it. “Just stay. Stay and talk, goddamnit!”

He sounded angry, but not in a way that scared me. However frustrated he was, I never feared that he might push things. I just knew I was hurting him, running out on him.Again.

I swung open the door...and ran.

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