Page 30 of Kiss Me, Mr. Bridge

“I want to kiss you so badly.” His voice is rough, perhaps a touch desperate.

I know this is the worst thing we could do. Yet, I chew on my lip, wanting it too. “I want to kiss you.”

He cups my face in his hands, his thumbs stroking my cheeks. And for a heartbeat, he just stares between my eyes and my lips, either memorizing every detail or deciding that this is, in fact, a stupid idea. Then his mouth claims mine.

The kiss is electric and when his tongue slides against mine, tasting, exploring inside my mouth, I push my hands into his hair, my fingers threading through the strands.

He groans into my mouth, deepening the kiss until my head is spinning and my heart is pounding so hard, I fear my breastbone will break.

His teeth graze my bottom lip before he sucks it into his mouth.

I whimper, pressing closer, wanting to crawl inside him as the kiss grows more desperate and demanding.

His hands tangle in my hair, holding me exactly where he wants me. Underneath him. Restrained. Unable to move.

I’m not complaining. But when the kiss ends as abruptly as it started, I moan.

His forehead rests against mine. We’re both panting, our breaths mingling as his dark gaze locks onto mine.

He lowers once more, kissing me quick and shifts onto his side, pulling me against his chest. My eyes are heavy when hisbreath tickles my ear and he whispers, “I don’t want to let you go.”

As a smile tugs at my lips, my fingers stroke over his wide chest.Say it. “Then keep me.”

But his response fades away as exhaustion claims me, dragging me under into peaceful darkness.

Chapter 8

Lucia

I open my eyes, momentarily confused by the unfamiliar surroundings. My head rests on a warm, firm chest as memories of last night flood back.

Oh god. I must look like a complete disaster.

I try to slide off the bed, hoping to make a quick escape to the bathroom.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Ronan’s arm tightens around my waist, pulling me back against him. He spins me around and his lips find mine before I can protest. I don’t open my mouth despite his tongue searching for entry.

I wriggle from his embrace. “Really? You choose now for our first morning kiss?”

He chuckles, rolling us until he is on top of me. His weight pins me to the mattress as he gazes down with dark eyes. “I want to be inside you again. Feel how perfectly you wrap around me.”

“I have to get to work.” My fingers trace the muscles of his shoulders, betraying my reluctance to leave.

“After breakfast.” He drops a kiss on my collarbone. “I’m feeding you first.”

My heart flutters. This feels different. We feel different. There’s an intimacy building in our arrangement that I shouldn’t allow, but it seems to be happening.

“You don’t have to do that.”

He arches an eyebrow. But the morning light softens his features—and he doesn’t look as annoyed as he is trying to look. In fact, there’s a tender way in which he looks at me and it makes me wonder if perhaps his feelings run deeper than he admits.

His hands widen my legs, and he settles between them. His thick cock pressing against my pussy.

“Really?”

He grins before his face burrows into my neck. His ass shifts as he positions himself. “You’re already wet. Are you ready for me?”

“What can I say? The faucet doesn’t exactly turn off when you’re around.”

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