Page 33 of Star-Crossed
Their mouths met and melded.
Clashed.
It was a fierce, bruising kiss that left her breathless and trembling with a hunger that was almost unbearable. Cy gripped her waist, pulling her toward him, his full lips demanding and insistent.
Lyra gasped as his hard body pressed against hers and his hands roamed over her back and hips. Immediately, his erection pressed against her stomach, and a thrill of excitement shot through her.
Never had she felt so desired, so wanted, so alive, then when she was being kissed by Cy Forrester.
His mouth was hot and demanding, his tongue probing deep into her mouth as if trying to consume her. Lyra responded with equal passion, running her hands over his back and chest, tracing the hard muscles beneath his shirt.
For several long moments, they remained lip-locked, lost in a haze of lust and desire. Then, with a sudden clarity, Lyra realized what they were doing and pulled away, panting for breath.
Cy seemed surprised, as if he’d forgotten where they were. He stepped back, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Lyra’s heart thrummed in her chest. A flush of heat radiated from her ears to the tips of her toes, culminating in her core.
She wanted him. She wanted this.
As if reading her mind, Cy smiled and closed the gap between them again. He picked her up by the hips and walked her back to the potting table. He had to sweep aside gardening gloves, a tangle of hoses, and a discarded water pump to make room for her ass before setting her down. Their eyes locked as he claimed another kiss. Lyra felt a thrill of anticipation shoot through her as she wrapped her legs around his lean waist, pressing herself against him as if she could be imprinted by the planes and cords of his powerful body.
He kissed her neck and jawline before making his way back to her lips, his hands slowly sliding up and down her bare calves like waves on the shoreline until they settled on her parted knees. His touch electrified every nerve ending, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her veins.
“I’ve been starving all day,” he confessed. He lightly trailed his fingers over the nape of her neck before tracing circles around one of Lyra’s clavicles, causing a deep moan to escape from both their lips as she arched her back.
How was it that every place this man touched became an erogenous zone?
It made no sense. But here she was. A woman with a handful of lovers, none of them successful…but him.
Arguably her most innocent sexual encounter had still been the best.
Lyra felt herself grow more aroused with each passing second as Cy began to explore her body with masterful precision. He moved lower still, pressing gentle kisses along the low bodice of her dress.
He looked into Lyra’s eyes with primal hunger before growling, “Let me taste you, Lyra.”
A thousand alarms went off in her head. A million red flags waved behind her lids when she closed them.
But her lips only formed two words.
Fuck. Yes.
Jerking her skirt above her knees, he stared into her eyes as he splayed his hands on her thighs before pressing them apart.
Lyra’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. This wasn’t the Cy she knew—the respectful, confident businessman who’d only just tossed his foster siblings around at play.
This was someone else. Someone pulled from his personal shadows. Ruthless and demanding.
“Hold on to something,” he warned.
Lyra’s breath abandoned her lungs when he thrust aside her panties and dove between her legs.
He pressed his lips between the folds of her body, instantly finding her pulsing clit.
Christ, she was so ready. She should be embarrassed by how wet she already was. She should have made him work for it a little.
Everyone else had. Too much. Enough to kink their necks or get muscle spasms in their fingers. Hard enough to give up, sometimes.
But Cy pressed his lush lips to her most sensitive spot, tracing languid circles with his tongue as he teased and toyed with her until she was a quivering mess, unable to keep her hips from grinding against his face.
