Page 62 of Indecent Lies
Him lying on top of her felt amazing, she couldn’t see how much better it could get, but there was something she wanted … ached for it, actually.
“I want your mouth on mine.”
“Want a kiss?”
She nodded, almost frantically, her cheeks stained in heat as arousal slithered through her lower half and tried to curl invisible hands around Tait’s much bigger body.
“Yes, a kiss, please.”
“She says fuckingplease.” he groaned and lowered his head to brush their lips together.
Warm on warm, even that melted her.
And that was before he tempted her lips open by using the tip of his tongue.
She opened and he came inside.
His kiss was otherworldly. It was planets and solar systems colliding and newly discovered wildlife. It was popcorn and carnivals and brand new shoes and it was the most definitive moment of her life as the first flush of arousal overtook her.
It was everything amazing and she moaned as he deepened, used his tongue around hers in a way that left her no choice but to go where he led, she loved where he was taking her.
Just that fast, his taste became a drug that pushed endorphins through her veins and she got her hands all over him. Chest, face, hair. Her legs wound around his.
Hot and heavy, she was intoxicated in seconds.
He pulled back, gave her a second of air, his nose glided against hers and then he sort of growled and forced her mouth wider, deepening what had already been a perfect kiss and blew it apart.
Oh, God. Poppy was not a human anymore.
This wasn’t a kiss.
She’d had plenty of kisses before and none had felt this hot and good andright.
She loved kissing, it was one of her most favorite hobbies, but no way could this be called a kiss.
His mouth was skilled, he went deep and slow, teasing to the point she almost broke her neck reaching up for more.
Tait chuckled, out of practice and gave her his lips.
A certain mood overcame her.
A mood Poppy had only experienced alone and never with a guy.
“Tait” she whimpered and that’s when he withdrew, soft and slow, like his lips didn’t want to leave hers either.
Her mouth felt puffy and oversized and when she licked them, she tasted him there.
“Has anyone ever told you how freaking amazing you are at kissing?”
His smile was Christmas morning on steroids. It set her skin on fire to please him.
“Not that I recall.”
He was totally lying, every woman that’s had his lips on hers would have told him so, but she smiled knowing he wasn’t rubbing his past in her face.
“Why did you stop?” The whimper coming out of her mouth didn’t sound like it belonged to her. That certain mood was still lingering and she tried to take his mouth and the beast held it out of reach.
His hand slid into her hair and that felt nice too and went some way to appease the ache she was feeling all over.
