Page 129 of The Secret

His chin tilted at my confusion, his lips still mere inches from my skin, sending the familiar hot shivers across my body. “You said you didn’t want us to be only about sex.”

My jaw dropped. “I didn’t mean for it to be taken away completely.”

“Tsk tsk. You should have been more specific then, shouldn’t you?” His mouth curled with a smugness that told me he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Murray…” My fingertips ran along the outline of his chest under the soft cotton of his crisp black shirt. He was right, it was impossible not to touch. “I’m just trying to recreate the first time we went out, you know, like you’ve been recreating our dates.”

The green sparkle in his eyes burned bright before they narrowed, his voice turned raw. “Are you asking me to make you come in this bar? Are you telling me that if I slip my fingers up the heat of your thigh, they’ll discover how wet you are? That your hot, tight pussy will squeeze the life out of me?” His lips found the column of my neck, my legs nearly giving way, and I must have let out a moan because he pulled back with a smirk. “No, Kit, that’s not happening.”

My entire body would have deflated if it wasn’t on the verge of orgasm. “You haven’t even kissed me.”

He rolled his shoulders back, making him seem twice his size, his muscles rippling under my touch. “Okay, I’ll concede to that.”

A strand of hair fell over my eyes, and he unstuck one hand from the wall to sweep it away, curling it round his finger. He tracked the movement, brushing his nose over it, inhaling deeply. “You can have one kiss now, and one later, so you better make it good.”

It was a challenge, one I was all too happy to accept.

I’d make it a kiss he’d never forget.

I held his gaze as my palms slid up the outside of his shirt, up the solid plains of his chest, to the dips in his thick shoulders I knew so well. I leaned in a fraction, slipping my fingers through the soft blonde curls at the base of his neck and up until I needed to stand on my tiptoes to reach. His stance widened out of habit, bringing himself nearer to my level.

When I leaned in, his lips parted in expectation, but I wasn’t ready or close enough to touch his lips yet. This was my kiss, and his quiet chuckle as I bypassed his mouth told me he knew it. Cupping his face as he so often did to me, his soft stubble tickled my skin and I grazed the tips of his cheek with my lips; first one then the other. He might have appeared cool and collected on the outside, but my finger over his pulse told me otherwise - a well-positioned lie detector – hammering hard and in rhythm with mine.

Mine.

Hewas mine. Mine to claim, and I did just that when my mouth finally found his, slanting over his lips, my tongue losing no time in hungrily rediscovering the taste of him or the feel of him stroking against me. Even in the very minimal clothing I was wearing, beads of sweat trickled between my breasts from the inferno level heat of his body.

He gave me all the control he could, until he couldn’t, and I found myself forced further into the wall until I wasn’t able to move. His body pressed into me, his need eclipsing mine, and the air which had been thick and hanging heavily around us, vanished in a vacuum as he removed the last remnants of space between us. A tug on my hair tipped my head back and he made my mouth his prisoner, his tongue feasting on me with a fervor that said he’d been starved as much as I had.

The sound of someone hollering nearby broke our spell, and he slowed before grudgingly let me go with a soft groan. Because that kiss was an incendiary device in my panties, and from the unmistakable feel of his thick, rigid cock against my hip, his pants by all accounts. His thumb pulled my lip as I caught it in my teeth, trying not to smirk at his predicament.

His forehead dropped to rest on mine, his eyes closing while he calmed his breathing.

“Did I make it a good one?” I didn’t bother trying to keep the smugness out of my tone, because I knew the answer.

“You fucking did,” he growled, his breath catching. “And I’m telling you now; I will be the last man you kiss like that.”

Blood whooshed through my veins as I let his words settle.

He stepped back, readjusting himself as best he could.

“Come on. Let’s go and find the others before I drag you out of here.” His fingers laced through mine as he reluctantly led me away and back to his table.

“Fucking finally. There you are!” Penn lifted a bottle of champagne in the air and poured out two glasses for Murray and me as we sat down, his hand still firmly holding onto mine. “We were about to leave with Payton, show her how we actually party.”

Payton didn’t look like she’d object to that change of plans in the slightest, and Murray seemed to come to the same conclusion. “Later. First I want to introduce you to Kit.”

Penn looked around the table to check we were all as confused as he was. Everyone except me, because I’d expected this. “Dude, we’ve met her already.”

Murray shook his head, his hand let go of mine but moved to my knee, the touch of his skin on my thigh sending a fresh shot of adrenalin between my legs. “No, this is Kit who I’m dating and who will soon be my girlfriend. Before, you met Kit, my nanny.”

“Whom you were banging?” Rafe piped up with a grin, high fiving Penn.

“Exactly.”

“It’s lovely to meet you, Kit,” Penn announced with his usual dramatic effect. “Do stick with Murray, he’s a miserable fuck without you.”

I giggled through a sip of champagne, Payton interrupting before I got the chance to retort.

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