Page 8 of Forbidden Confessions: Vol. 2
And he doesn’t know what to do. Any moment, they’ll approach and tell him he can’t go through the barricade without being interrogated. I can’t claim that either Sophie or I need medical attention. They’ll rustle up an EMT, who will debunk our excuse for leaving the area.
I have to come up with a Plan B.
“What’s going on?” Sophie asks from under the blanket.
“You better now?”
“Somewhat. Thanks. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. We have a problem. We have to get away from here fast…and I only have one idea how.”
“What is it?” she breathes.
I hesitate, jaw clenching, praying I’m not about to make one of the biggest mistakes of my life. “Play along.”
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Before she can ask more questions, I shove the blanket down to her waist, haul her against my chest, and slant my mouth over hers.
She stiffens and sucks in a shocked little gasp. I keep at her, layering my lips over hers, coaxing, nudging…and losing myself in her softness. Slowly, the starch leaves her. She opens to me, one breath, one moment at a time. Because she remembers our situation? Or because she likes the feel of my mouth on hers? I can’t mind-fuck myself by answering that. Right now, I have to focus on getting her to safety.
But goddamn…the temptation to violate her pillowy red lips is one I can’t resist. Jesus, they’re like a cushion for my questing mouth. This might be my one and only chance to really kiss Sophie.
Yeah, it’s overkill for the situation, but I shove her lips apart and sink inside. Then I step even farther over the line and plunge deep.
Holy shit.
Sophie is fucking sweet. Addicting. Perfect. I detect a hint of cherry flavor I can’t help but chase with my tongue. I can’t resist when she slants her head to welcome me deeper, pulls me closer, and clutches my shoulders with a breathy moan.
This kiss is getting hot and filthy—fast.
Dying to devour her, I shift her body onto mine, fitting her legs around my hips and notching her against the erection I shouldn’t have. I grip her ass and sink completely into her waiting mouth, desperate to be inside her in any way she’ll let me.
Then…oh, fuck, she arches against me, her soft curves pressing into my chest, and I forget for a heartbeat that we’re running for our lives. All I’m aware of is the velvet heat of her mouth, her soft body against the hard angles of mine, and the way she’s kissing me back like she’s drowning and I’m her air.
“There a problem?” A deep, unfamiliar voice asks.
Panting, I jerk free of Sophie and tuck her face against me, both to protect her identity and to find my composure. Jesus, I can’t lose my head like that again. If we make it out of this alive, I’ll be lucky if she doesn’t hit me. Or sue me.
“Um…” Dustin croaks. “I was just giving a ride to these folks who, ah…”
“Want some privacy,” I say as I reluctantly twist myself from Sophie’s lush lips and bury her too-familiar face in my shoulder. “Can we get by? Please, man. Please.”
He sends me a disapproving stare. “Did you see the shooting? Or anyone suspicious?”
“No. I was, um…involved with my girlfriend.” I clutch Sophie tighter.
“You got any ID?”
I pretend to pat my pockets, then huff. “Son of a bitch. I left my wallet in my car.”
“What about your girlfriend? She got her driver’s license?”
Sophie wisely shakes her head but doesn’t lift it or say a word. Instead, she pretends interest in me, trailing her lips up my neck.
It’s all I can do to keep my head in the game and not shudder in pleasure. But I feel her touch all the way down my spine.
“She didn’t bring a purse.” I curl my arms around her again. “Dude, really. I just want to be alone with my girl. You know how it is. C’mon… If I knew anything, I’d tell you.”
