Page 324 of Branded
My head shot up. I rose onto tiptoe.
And…I gave in.
Arms around his shoulders, my body pressed tightly against his. So tightly that my nipples were happy being in contact with his chest, that my skin tingled just from feeling the heat of him, the strength of him.
“Jules?” he asked again, his hand flexing on my jaw, confusion in those striking green eyes.
And…
I. Gave. In.
Lifting higher, slanting my mouth across his.
Fuck. It.
Because that was good. That was fucking perfect.
And just like before, there wasn’t the slightest bit of hesitation. Our lips met and our bodies knew exactly what to do. It was almost as though we were made for each other—a thought, when combined with Cas’s talk of settling down—that burned through me.
Wanting.
More wanting.
Fear in my belly. Indecision in my mind.
But then Cas’s tongue was sliding along the seam of my lips, silently asking me to open, and I did open.
My mouth, my mind, my heart.
Because the touch was so gentle, because he was holding me close and tight and carefully.
Because he made me feel and…because he made Ethan smile.
Heaven help me.
But I opened.
In the physical world, his groan rumbled through my body, teasing my nipples, sending a gush of moisture between my thighs. One sound, one touch, one kiss, and I was mush, my knees shaking, my legs jelly, my body leaning heavily against him.
Something that wasn’t exactly conducive to kissing the man who was so much taller than me.
Something that became a nonissue when he lifted me up and set me on the hood of my car. Suddenly, my back was on the cold metal and my front was pressed to his hot, hard body, and…
He took off the kid gloves and really kissed me.
Tongue and teeth and hands stroking all over my body, up along my side, dancing over my ribs, tracing the bottom curve of my breasts, then down again, spreading my thighs, stepping between them, and giving me a whole different kind of hot and hard.
Unfortunately, not all the hot and hard I wanted because just as my legs wrapped around his hips, just as my hips began rocking, pressing myself against all that hot and hard, Cas reared back, breaking the kiss.
“Fuck,” he growled, bracing himself on one hand next to my shoulder, head hanging, lips swollen, and hair mussed.
I lifted a trembling hand up to my own lips, still able to feel his mouth on mine, able to feel his hands on my body. “Did I—” I pressed lightly, sucked in, and released a breath. “Did I hurt you?”
His head tilting.
His gaze coming to mine.
Then he gently peeled my hand from my lips and brought it…
