Page 281 of Branded
“Hmm.” He dropped the sleeve of my T-shirt, pressed his mouth to my throat, tongue flicking out, just the slightest bit, tasting me.
I wished he’d keep doing it, wished he’d taste in other places.
And now I wasn’t just hot.
I was molten.
“Jules?” he asked against my skin.
My pulse was thundering beneath my skin, leaving me weak and shaking, my thighs trembling, my body slumping against his. I couldn’t remember any of the reasons I’d thought exploring this pull between us was a bad idea, why I’d been avoiding it. Not when this was so, so good. “Hmm?” I managed.
He lifted his head.
Green, green eyes on mine.
Lips parting—mine, his—and he leaned down, his lips growing closer.
Hot breath on my skin. Spicy male in my nose. His mouth right, right there.
Oh God, he was going to kiss me.
Oh God, I wanted him to.
Oh God?—
His lips hit mine just as…
The door to the bathroom slammed open.
Eleven
Cas
I shouldn’t be kissing her.
But, goddamn, was it good.
The moment our mouths touched, I’d said fuck all to every boundary and inch of distance she’d erected.
Instead, my mind was focused on the way she felt in my arms, how sweet she tasted, her lush lips pillowing against mine. I was focused on how her face had softened when she’d looked up at me, my arms full of Sparky. I was focused on the way she’d stared at me in the hall, eyes hot when my mouth was at her neck. I was focused?—
On the way she kissed me back.
Right then.
Her fingers wove through my hair, short nails biting into my scalp, making me want her to score them down my naked back, to dig into my ass as I fucked her deep.
My hand slipped under the hem of her T-shirt, just brushed the silken skin of her belly?—
The door flew open, slamming into the wall behind it.
Jules jerked, tearing her mouth from mine, but I didn’t have it in me to let her go, not when she still had her fingers in my hair and her body was all flush against mine and?—
“Jules?” Matt said.
I didn’t like the other man, didn’t like the way he looked at Jules, didn’t like how close he was. Yes, I was fully aware that was because I was a dumbass considering that Matt wasn’t even straight, but I hated that she smiled at the other man, that she touched his shoulder or arm or occasionally hugged him.
She was mine to protect.
