Page 68 of Guarding the Singer

She felt his lips against the side of her neck, warm and soft.

She arched under him again and he felt her hips rise up and press against his dick.

He squeezed his eyes shut and ground his back teeth together, desperate to hold himself together.

She felt like heaven under him.

And he meant what he said about her taste.

He'd kissed her with the flavor of that mango dessert in their mouths, but that had quickly subsided and then he'd gotten a real taste of her.

Fuck.

He wanted it. Wanted more.

He'd only broken away when she'd tried to push him onto his back.

The couch was deep, but it wasn't that deep.

He'd stopped kissing her because he wanted to know what she wanted.

He'd give her pretty much anything she wanted. He wanted her happy.

Hell, he wanted her boneless and exhausted, happily exhausted from his touch.

"I can't believe this is happening."

He smiled at her words and the tone of her voice.

Lord, he wanted to lose himself in her.

"I want to touch you, Sel. I want to touch you, everywhere."

She moved her hands from his shoulders to the sides of his face and leaned up.

He met her more than halfway, delving back into her mouth with a hunger that had only begun when he'd tasted her.

The way she responded to his kiss, he'd never forget it.

She was worlds above him. She would have a life that most people could only dream of. And William?

He'd dreamed of her.

He pulled away from her breathing hard, feeling harder.

"Can I?"

It seemed to take her a moment to register his question, shaking her head to clear her thoughts. "What?"

William smiled, loving every minute of their time together.

"Can I touch you, Sel? Can I love you?"

He felt something shift inside him.

He hadn't meant to say the word love to her, but if he was being honest with himself, he meant it.

She'd had his heart since he'd met her.

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