Page 35 of Mistlefoe
“What?”
His mouth twitches. “Soft or hard kisses, Sierra?”
Right now, either or. Both. As long as there’s at least one.
I take a final step closer until our chests touch and I look up. Up. Amusement glints in his pretty eyes, like he thinks this is all a joke. Guess it’s time to show him this is serious business.
I put my hands on his chest and slowly slide them up. His face transforms first into surprise that we’re doing this, and then his eyes lower to my lips. I lick them slowly, sweeping the tip of my tongue softly across my bottom lip. Now I feel his heart beat hard against my hand.
“Go big or go home, Conor,” I say with a raspy voice that shocks even me.
His eyes lift to mine, searching for something I guess he must find because the next second, Conor splays his hand on my lower back and pushes me against him. I gasp, worried that I’ll lose my balance, until his other hand sneaks through my hair to hold the back of my head.
And then his mouth is on mine.
Duro, I think in the quiet of my mind. He definitely chose the right option.
I do the same to him and run my hand through his hair to push him closer. His lips suckle my bottom one with intent, his beard scratching softly against the skin of my chin. One quick sensation of his tongue against my lip has me gasping and that’s all Conor needs to deepen the kiss.
Coercing my mouth open with his gets him full access.Feeling his tongue caress mine tears a guttural groan from deep within me. I feel so hot all over that I’m sure he’d never need to chop wood again if he keeps kissing me like this, I’ll become fire myself.
He pulls away for a breath and I scratch at his neck to bring him closer. But then our noses bump and he’s kissing the other corner of my lips, starting all over. Sighing against his lips, I let my hand roam from his chest to his shoulder, feeling the coiled strength there as he holds me from melting into a puddle on the floor.
“Still hard?” he asks against my lips, his voice almost choked up.
It takes me a second to figure out what he’s talking about and then I remember he means the intensity. “Try soft now.”
“‘Kay.”
Oh. I’m gonna die.
It’s even better when he takes his sweet time savoring my lips like we have all day. Every lick and gently applied suction travels all the way down to my curling toes. I’ve never been kissed like this. It’s always been a means to an end—one that is definitely not going to happen on the stage of a hotel’s event room. This was basically a dare that will just end in agotcha, but I’m sure as hell going to enjoy every second of it.
I tilt my face until I capture his upper lip between my teeth, scraping them softly. His hot breath fans against my skin carrying the scent of the coffee we drank on the way. I can still savor it when I run my tongue across his lips and this time, he’s the one making that sound that immediately transports me to a dimly lit room.
“Conor, you need to stop making that sound.” I pant against his mouth. “Or at least don’t make it in public.”
“What?” He sounds confused or in pain. Maybe both.
I pull away slightly and it takes him a longer moment thanme to open his eyes. His glasses have slid dangerously low and I raise one hand to push them up the bridge of his nose.
“Don’t moan, Conor. You sound way too sexy to be in public.”
“I—” He swallows hard. “Okay. Thank you?”
My lips tingle as I smile and the gesture attracts his attention again. His look bruised and wet, and I’m sure the woman waiting for us outside is going to know what we were up to right away. Especially if his beard has irritated the skin of my face.
So, I guess if I kiss him again it’s going to get even more obvious, huh?
My voice also doesn’t sound fit for the public as I say, “I think we’ve secured our good luck, don’t you think?”
Slowly, he unwinds his hand from my neck and trails it down. The calluses in his hand against the skin of my neck release a traitorous shiver from me. His eyes are dark as he continues deliberately running that hand down my spine, until it meets his other one at my waist.
“To be honest…” Conor takes a deep breath in and as he releases it, he takes a step back until his hands drop at his sides. “I’m not sure I can think right now.”
I choke and cough. If the color of his face is anything to go by, the kiss affected him just as much.
“Um.” I clear my throat. “Here’s the deal, I’m not as bad a blusher as you are so I’ll go tell the hotel employee that we have an emergency and you sneak out the back, okay?”
