Page 32 of Lovers in Lockdown

Beneath his burning gaze, I melt, my knees weak and trembling, my breathing short and laboured. The air between us crackles with electricity. Every emotion currently coursing through my veins is reflected on his face. Lust. Uncertainty. Fear.

I feel it all.

And so does he.

I watch as a war rages in his eyes, the angel and devil on his shoulders telling him conflicting things, that this, whateverthisis, is wrong and right all at once.

His hands clench into fists as he battles with himself. I scrunch my eyes shut and wait for him to break the spell like a bucket of iced water being poured over my head.

But he doesn’t.

The pull between us is still there. The electricity in the air still sizzles, I know even without opening my eyes.

And suddenly, with a force so strong it threatens to knock me backwards, I feel myself being hauled into the air as strong arms envelop me, my legs wrapping around a tapered waist, followed by the unmistakable sensation of Noah’s lips crashing onto mine.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Noah

Holy fuck.

I’m kissing Honey.

No, not just kissing her, I’mdevouringher like a man possessed.

It takes her a second to register what’s happening, before she’s gripping me with her thighs and giving back as good as she gets, our tongues tangling together, searching and hungry, her lips pillowy and pliable under mine.

She sighs into my mouth andfuck, I want to make her do it again. Over and over again and more. I willneverget enough of those small, breathy moans she makes, the kind that got me to ignore all the reasons why we shouldn’t be doing this in the first place.

But that noise she made as I fed her called to a part of my brain that didn’t care about stupid bro code rules or potentially making things uncomfortable between us. A part of my brain that cared only about learning if Honey’s lips are as soft as they look.

Which they are, by the way. They’re softer than rose petals and bird feathers and marshmallows, and they drive me fucking wild with every gentle caress over mine.

I grip her ass as I carry her over to the kitchen island, setting her down on top of it so that my hands are free to explore the curve of her hips. My cock strains painfully against the waistband of my joggers, aching for friction, forrelief,and as if she can read my mind, Honey grinds herself against it causing white hot pleasure to flicker through my body like flames.

‘Don’t stop,’ she pants as I break the kiss, hooking her ankles around my hips and tugging me back towards her.

But I’m not planning on stopping. Not by a long shot.

I rip my shirt over my head, before diving straight back in to suck her bottom lip into my mouth and graze it between my teeth. She rakes her nails down my back, igniting an even stronger force within me that makes me ravenous for something more than just her delicious mouth.

What is she doing to me?

I’m frenzied as I hook my thumbs under the straps of her camisole and tug them over her arms, releasing those gorgeous orbs I’ve been dreaming about since I saw them on the very first day.

Her nipples are rosy and pebbled, begging to be given the same treatment as her lips. I don’t keep them waiting as I bend my head down to devour them, eliciting a long hiss from Honey that goes straight to my aching cock.

But still, my tongue wants more.

I pull her leggings and knickers down over her legs in one go, watching Honey’s eyes widen as she realises my intention.

‘I’m hungry,’ I look her dead in the eye, ‘and I’m eating you for dinner.’

And then I’m spreading her legs, hooking her ankles over my shoulders and going in for the kill. Her hands find my hair and pull it from the roots as I lick her clean, her body writhing as I show her just how fucking starving I am.

Her pussy’s like a drug.

Like the first time I had hot donuts at the seaside and ate a dozen of them in one sitting. But Honey tastes even fucking better than hot donuts with cinnamon sugar and dark chocolate sauce.

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