Page 38 of Voice to Raise
“Jesus, I want to kiss you so badly.” Because why not lay everything on the table? If I’d learned one thing from my parents’ death, it was that tomorrow was never guaranteed.
Ever.
So, seizing the day held appeal.Carpe diemand all that crap.
“This is a bad idea.” He whispered the words even as he continued to grip my hand.
“As you like to remind me, I’m not always known for doing the right thing.” I tugged. Gently—but insistently.
He stepped into my personal space.
I tipped my head up to maintain eye contact.
He licked his lips.
I grasped his cheeks and pulled him closer.
Our lips touched.
Chapter Eleven
Spencer
I’d spent the last eighteen hours or so trying to convince myself that last night’s kiss hadn’t been all that I’d made it to be in my mind. That yeah, Malik was a good kisser. But it hadn’t meant anything. That we were still just going to go along as acquaintances and that the kiss meant nothing.
To either of us.
Fuck, was I ever wrong.
On all counts.
First, he’d initiated this kiss. That had to mean something. Hell, it meant everything.
Second, his lips were as soft as I remembered.
Third, where last night I’d fought to dominate the kiss, this afternoon I let him lead. He initiated this. He requested this. And, as quickly became evident, he knew what the fuck he was doing. Last night hadn’t just been a fluke.
He held my cheeks firmly. He thrust his tongue into my mouth and sought the recesses as he dominated every part of this. Hepressed himself against me so I could feel his erection. Denim and khaki were no impediment.
I ran my hands down his flank, along his hips, and down to his ass. I grasped his butt cheeks and thrust against him
He moaned.
Spurred on, I squeezed his pert ass and rutted against him as he continued his assault on my mouth. This was…frenetic, frantic, and hot as fuck.
He pulled back, staring into my eyes with those wide, black pupils. The dark-brown irises were barely visible.
In the back of my mind, I registered the dullness in the room. I hadn’t turned on a lamp, and clearly those dark storm clouds had moved in. For once, thank God, my pills were working. I didn’t even have a twinge in my head.
“I want to blow you.”
My eyes widened, and I shook my head slightly—as if I could jar loose what he was saying. “You want…?”
“To get down on my knees, remove your stiff cock from your jeans, put said cock into my mouth, and blow your mind.” He offered a cheeky grin. “I’m pretty sure you’re down with that.”
I cleared my throat. “I have an employee in the other room.”
“Is she going to interrupt?”
