Page 29 of The Marrying Kind
“I want to kiss you.” His words were deep and husky-sounding, and when I answered him by pressing my lips to his, he let out a quiet groan.
His lips brushed softly against mine, almost like he was testing me, waiting to see what I’d do. I could feel his growing urgency, the raw need between us, and I kissed him back. The second I responded, softly opening my mouth against his, the kiss went from zero to sixty.
His kisses were intoxicating, and I melted into him. I felt his tongue touch mine and let out a ragged moan, balling his shirt in my hands to pull him even closer.
He tugged his T-shirt off over his head and my view got a big upgrade.
He was well-defined but not bulky. Sculpted chest, firm biceps, nicely defined ab muscles. Soft hair dusted his chest, and my hands roamed, enjoying the firm feel of him.
Our legs tangled, our hips pressed close, and his hands were in my hair. Everything about this moment was perfect.
He shifted, changing our positions so he could pull my T-shirt off over my head. My pajama pants came next, and when he tugged, I moved my hips, helping him. There was no time to feel self-conscious because Austen was staring at me in wonder, like I was the best Christmas present he’d ever unwrapped.
“What about your rules? All that stuff you said ...”
“Ignore me, I’m an idiot. And you are perfect. Look at you.” His eyes were filled with such admiration, it made me feel a little dizzy. “You’re a gift I’d be a fool to push away.”
“I’m not a gift,” I said.
“Believe me, you are. To me you are.”
He kissed a path down my neck, down my chest and stomach. He paused at my hip bone, and I jolted.
“Ticklish,” I said, and he smiled.
My panties were shimmied down and dropped over the side of the couch, and when he put his mouth between my legs, I jolted again, but this time it was from pleasure.
I stammered out his name and pushed one hand into his hair, holding him right where I wanted him. Austen wasverygood at this particular task. A hot shiver of satisfaction raced through me.
He filled his hands with my breasts while his mouth did wicked things. Licking and sucking and nibbling on my sensitive flesh until I was gasping with pleasure.
He was completely focused andveryenthusiastic in his efforts, and it wasn’t long before I realized I was going to come embarrassingly fast.
That had never happened to me before.
“You taste so good, princess,” he murmured in a deep voice.
His words crashed through me.
Barely two minutes later, I came apart with the force of a jumbo jet at takeoff. I was louder than I meant to be, and Austen continued his perfect assault until my moans finally quieted.
12
PURE HAPPINESS
Austen
Ella naked on my couch did strange things to me.
Would I have preferred to have her in my bed where we could stretch out and take our time? Of course. But I wasn’t about to complain about her impromptu late-night visit. I admired her courage—coming down the stairs to initiate what she wanted. Confidence on a woman was sexy as hell.
I leaned in to kiss her again. She lifted her chin, responding to me instantly, and met my mouth with the softest kiss. I cradled her face in my hands and let my lips leave hers to wander across her jaw, then down her neck. She let out a breathless sound. And when she pulled back, there was a lazy smile on her lips.
I wanted her. More than anything, I wanted this girl I knew I shouldn’t have. She would be gone before long, and somehow I knew I wouldn’t change her mind.
Ella deserved every good thing life had in store for her, and I wanted her to have it. I appreciated her opening up to me earlier tonight. It only made me want to understand her more. I wanted to know everything she had been through, everything that made her who she was.
I traced her bottom lip with my thumb, unable to stop myself from touching her. It was still damp from our kiss. Our eyes met in the dim glow of the moon.
