Page 203 of The Re-Proposal

Fire pumps through me when our lips collide.

His kiss feels frantic, urgent.

A little unhinged.

I can’t understand the weird energy. His mouth is hungry, but there’s something more. It’s like he’s working through something big. Something painful. Whatever it is, it’s weighing on his mind, on his heart. It’s there in the emerald-green of his eyes, right behind the tension and need.

My heart throbs for him.

With him.

I want to give him everything.

I want to make it all okay.

Cody’s mouth sucks mine with a vengeance, longing surging in every touch. I wrap one arm behind his neck. The other, I slide under his shirt, feeling the hot ripped abs flexing under my fingers.

Cody drags his lips away and groans. I feel the absence of the pressure and stare up into his near glowing eyes.

“Are you sure, Ris? This isn’t,” he runs a hand through his hair, “this isn’t where I wanted you for our first time.”

“This isn’t our first time,” I remind him.

“First time after getting back together.”

That’s such a ridiculous statement.

I don’t care where we are.

I just want him.

“Is there anything expensive on this desk?” I ask, easing flat on my back.

“Nothing worth more than you,” he answers.

“Then come here.”

With an almost inhuman growl, he claims my mouth again, sinking his teeth into my bottom lip like he wants to tear straight through. My hands drop to his back as he digs me into the smooth surface of his desk. Eagerly, I drop my palms a little lower.

He grunts when I squeeze what’s mine and I arch my hips, giving him a reward in return.

The kiss goes on forever, time suspended in a world where we only need each other. I devour his mouth, moving my head to deepen the kiss and running my hands over all the places my fingers can reach.

Breath thickening, Cody pulls back and slowly takes off his shirt. He’s a sculpture of a man, every inch of him carved from solid rock and stretching over perfect muscles. My eyes devour him. Lava flows in my veins, so thick and pulsing that I can hear it crackling in my ears.

“My turn,” I tease.

He doesn’t laugh. A jaw muscle flexes and I see him hesitate again, as if he’s having thoughts of stopping us here.

Rather than let him slow the momentum, I reach for my shirt and whip it over my head. When I fumble with my jeans, Cody stops me with a hand. His touch sends a tremor down my spine.

For a moment, I think he’s going to tell me to put my clothes back on.

But he doesn’t.

His Wizard of Oz green eyes drill into my soul as he jerks me forward and tilts my chin up. I lose my breath when he kisses me again. Gently this time. So tender it stuns me. The kiss is hypnotic. A promise. Like he cherishes me. No, even further than that. Like one of us is going to die and he thinks this will be the last time we ever get to hold each other.

All I can do is kiss him back, helpless against the ripping tide that lashes between our bodies and binds us together. Our tongues collide in a sensual dance, and I release a loud groan, barely holding on.

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