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“Your innocence is so very tempting,” he murmured.

I opened and closed my mouth, completely at a loss for words. In a fraction of a heartbeat, his face was descending toward mine. I would have pulled away, but he had an arm wound firmly around my waist, his palm splayed wide across my lower back.

“I think I’m going to have to taste it.”

CHAPTER 3

Naomi

He kissed me.

Not the kind of peck on the cheek or on the lips I’d seen in moving pictures, or even the type that was commonly exchanged between acquaintances from cheek to cheek.

A real kiss. The kind I imagined was shared only between lovers.

The moment his lips met mine, my legs went weak and I slumped a bit in his arms. His grip on my waist tightened, holding me up as I experienced the first real kiss of my life.

I didn’t expect it to feel like this.

Honestly, I hadn’t even expected to like it.

Mechanically, I knew how kisses were supposed to work. People pressed their lips together in an intimate embrace, one meant to showcase their affection for one another in a very physical way. I imagined sex was similar, only that seemed so muchmore shameful than anything pleasurable. Having no personal experience with it, I couldn’t understand the allure.

Nothing I had read or been taught had mentioned anything about the feelings, sensations, and emotions that came with it.

Heat rolled through me, surging up and down my spine and settling deep in my belly. An intoxicating sense of euphoria came over me as his other hand wound around the back of my neck. I gasped into his mouth, and he groaned with delight at the sound.

At first, the kiss was soft and sweet, causing my heart to flutter with excitement. He explored my lips with his, as his hands caressed my body over my shirt. The sudden urge to feel his touch on my bare skin hurtled through me, but I did my best to swallow it down.

Slowly, his fingers wound through the hair at the base of my scalp. They tightened gradually, more and more, until it started to ache.

His lips were softer than I imagined they would be.

The kiss turned more persistent. A bit harder. More possessive.

My core twisted with anticipation. The hand at the back of my head turned into a fist. A blossoming fiery ache flared across my scalp, and I whimpered, but he swallowed my cries with an aroused groan.

For some reason, that made the heat burn inside me that much hotter.

It was at that moment that I realized I was kissing him back. His grip was no longer holding me captive. In fact, it wasn’t holding me close enough. Without thinking, I wound my arms around his neck, and he practically growled his enthusiasm.

His teeth nipped at my bottom lip, biting it gently and sucking it into his mouth. For the first time, I moaned out loud.

I’d never made a sound like that before.

His kiss deepened and his tongue snaked in between my lips. It danced with mine, fervently, greedily. His hand on my back pulled me closer and I whimpered once more. Everything about him exuded dominant confidence and every part of me seemed to want to submit to its call.

I wanted more.

I had the distinct feeling that he knew that.

My fingers gripped the muscles of his shoulders, feeling the chiseled surface beneath the barrier of fabric that lay between us. I pressed my chest up against his, pulling as close as I could.

It was then that I noticed the hard ridge of his erection against my belly. I sucked in an anxious breath. I’d been taught about the human body, had even seen a penis before, but I’d never felt one before. Not like this.

His hand slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, just brushing against the skin of my back for the first time. My breath escaped me as a shaky whimper and that just made him kiss me all the harder.

“The thing is, I want more than just a taste,” he growled.

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