Page 88 of The Marriage Deal
Another flash of lightning illuminates her. She looks like temptation.
A crack of thunder shatters whatever was holding the rain back. Heavy drops pound down to play an enchanting song of seduction. Clearly, Lilah is swayed by it, because she calls, “Briggs?”
“Yeah?” I croak again. If I look at her, I’ll crack. I’ll kiss her.
“Will you kiss me? Just once?” She sounds so unsure when she adds, “Please.”
“Hell, Lilah.” I drag my hands from my hair down my face. “I’m trying to keep control of myself, here.”
“I’m sorry.” Her words are so small, her voice sounds so broken, I do look at her this time. I do it just in time for a flash of lightning to ignite the hurt that’s taken over her pretty face.
It’s like a knife to the gut, spilling my insides at her feet.
“Fuck it,” I growl, knifing up and to the side. My hand curls around the side of her face as I take her mouth in the kiss she asked for. Her pulse slams under my palm. I’m not sure if it’s intent or surprise, but her mouth parts for mine and I take it, exploring deeply with my tongue.
She tastes sweet. Mint with a hint of wine. Clean andmine.
Her hands sink into my hair, nails nipping into my scalp before she drags them gently down my back. A violent shiver snakes down my spine as Ishove my knee between her legs, lifting my body over hers.
In the back of my mind, I know it’s too far. I’m taking too much, and yet when she doesn’t stop me, doesn’t shove away or tell me to stop, I sink down over her—into the warmth of her. I’ve never hated a piece of fabric more than the fabric that separates us now.
I kiss her deeper, harder, breathing into her even as I swallow the panted breath she breathes.
“Briggs,” she moans. I swallow that too, letting the spill of my name wrapped up in desire weave a stranglehold around my very soul.
“Please don’t tell me to stop, Lilah.” I never expected I’d be the one to beg. “Please.”
“Don’t stop.” She turns her face into my temple as I dip in to suck at her throat. Even her skin tastes sweet. She rasps, “Oh, God, please don’t stop.”
I rumble a growl I couldn’t hope to contain against that tender place behind her ear. I can feel the warmth of her breath spill over my temple before I’m taking her mouth again in a kiss that some might call violent. I just call it hungry.
I grind my cock into the wet warmth of her, wishing I could drill through the fabric that separates us as I kiss her harder, deeper. Devouring moans and murmured pleas and whimpers that brand me.
Her hands run over my shoulders and chest, down to the band of my boxers. She whimpers, “Please.”
I don’t have it in me to deny her as I shift my hips,letting her push at the fabric. She fumbles and looses a sound of adorable frustration against my lips. I break the kiss to lean back, taking her in for the first time since I kissed her.
She’s flushed and beautiful, breathing hard. Beneath her nighty, I can see the pointed tips of her nipples. Her belly rises and falls with every deep sharp breath, and her legs are spread for the width of my body between.
“We can still stop, Lilah.”
Her brows come together, swollen lips parting. “Do you want to stop?”
“Do I look like I want to stop?”
Her eyes drop down my body to the bulge behind my boxers. She sucks in her bottom lip on a hitched breath and shakes her head. Her voice is small and soft when she murmurs, “No.”
“I don’t want to do something you’ll regret in the morning. I don’t want to take something from you that you don’t want to give me.”
Her frown smooths before she pushes up to sit. I’m still kneeling between her legs as she reaches for the hem of her nighty. She pulls it over her head in one swift move, baring her to me almost completely aside from the pale scrap of fabric that is her panties.
“Fucking exquisite,” I groan. Maybe I breathe. Maybe I don’t even speak at all.
She throws her arm around my shoulders to slam her lips into mine in a kiss that shatters the remains ofmy restraint. I hook my arm around the small of her back, lifting her up and into my lap. She responds instantly by wrapping her legs around me, rolling her hips into my length as she presses her naked chest to mine.
The thunder of her heartbeat riots with the roar of the storm until all I feel around me and inside me is her. The sticky honey of her sweet web and those prickly little thorns she’s imbedded into all of me.
She rolls her hips again, seeking for the same relief my own body begs for. My hand sinks into her hair, fingers knotting into the waves that spill down her back as I tug gently, exposing the length of her neck to my lips, the grazing of my teeth.
