Page 55 of Forbidden Kisses
I brushed my lips against hers. I was so damn hungry for her. I needed to explore her, but first I had to get everything out of the way.
Taking the glass of whiskey out of her hands, I placed it on the counter, then deepened the kiss. She moaned against my mouth, moving closer to the edge of the chair, leaning into me. I parted her legs, stepping between them. Fuck, I needed to kissher until I made her come. I wanted this woman with every fiber of my being. I craved her—her nearness, her body.
I moved my mouth down her neck, tracing the column down to her cleavage, then pushed out the tip of my tongue, licking the skin on her breasts. She got even wilder, putting her hand at the back of my head, pressing me into her. I smiled against her skin.
"Duncan," she pleaded.
I nearly lost control then and there. I straightened up, looking her in the eyes. "Riley, if I keep kissing you, I won't be able to hold back."
"Please don't. I want everything with you," she said.
"Are you sure? You're very sensitive tonight. You've been through a lot."
"I know, but it doesn't matter. I'm sure of what I want."
"And what is that?" I double-checked. I needed to hear her say it in her own words.
"You. I want you, Duncan."
Her words triggered something inside me. I was going to make her the happiest woman tonight.
"Are you sure?" I asked one last time. I needed the answer to be an absolute resounding yes.
She leaned closer, sealing her mouth over mine as she placed her hand on the zipper of my jeans, cupping my cock. Even through all the layers of clothes, I groaned. That was the answer I was looking for. Feeling her hand over my erection was insanely good. It didn't exactly bring me satisfaction, but it gave me a taste of what was to come.
I kissed her lips and her neck again. I wanted to get her out of her clothes, but I didn't want to do it here. If I saw her naked in the middle of the living room, I'd fuck her right here against the bar. She deserved more than that, so I led her into the bedroom. I also took the glass of whiskey with us. I had plans for it.
"You can still change your mind," I said because I wanted to give her every opportunity possible to voice any doubts.
The last thing I wanted was for her to feel rushed into this. I could wait a few weeks more, or at least another night when she wasn't so overwhelmed from everything that happened earlier.
"Duncan, I want you. Nothing will change that."
I kissed her hard, exploring her with my tongue. Pushing the dress up to her waist, I drew my fingers over her long, soft legs. Her skin was amazing. I couldn't wait to kiss, lick, and explore it, but so far, we both liked the effect my hands had on her. Her skin changed from soft to sensitive. I purposely didn't touch her buttocks or between her legs, not yet; I wanted her to need my touch so badly that she begged for it.
I paused long enough to pull her dress over her head and realized she wasn't wearing a bra. The dress must have had one incorporated or something, because her breasts spilled out, and I suddenly became even harder than before. In fact, I had to undo the button of my jeans because it was too painful.
"You're fucking beautiful, you know that?" I said, cupping her left breast and lowering myself until it was in my face.
I sucked the nipple into my mouth, and she cried out my name as I palmed her other breast. She was feisty, and I fucking loved it. I sat on the bed, pulling her between my thighs. I was still face-to-face with her chest, but I also had good access to her pussy. I touched her inner thighs before cupping her pussy over the fabric of her panties.
She gasped, rocking her hips back and forth, rubbing herself against my fingers at her own pace. Her panties were wet—I needed them drenched. I kept moving my fingers, watching her gorgeous face.
I dipped my other hand into the whiskey glass, taking out one of the ice cubes. She was so focused on the friction between herthighs that she wouldn't anticipate this at all. That would only make the pleasure more intense.
I placed the ice cube under her clavicle, sliding it down to her navel. She cried out, pushing herself even more into my hand. I sucked one nipple into my mouth. She completely drenched her panties the next second.
Fuck yes.That was exactly what I wanted—for her to be completely wet before I slid inside her.
I kissed down her body, stopping when I reached her navel, taking my mouth off her.
"No! Why?" she protested.
"I want to see your pussy."
I yanked her panties down with too much force, because there was a ripping sound. They didn't fall apart, but I was certain I'd damaged them. Riley didn't seem to realize it.
She was shaved clean. I was close to exploding in my pants. I couldn't wait to bury my tongue inside her. Sitting her at the edge of the bed, I kneeled in front of her.
