Page 25 of Once Upon A Small Town Secret
I part my lips and his tongue brushes mine, slow and deep, and I melt.
Everywhere.
The kiss is a little rough, frantic.
His fingers fist in my hair, mine dragging up his back, his hips pressing me back into the wall, and the kiss goes wild.
His lips leave mine, trailing over my jaw, down my throat, and then he bites, and a soft moan escapes my lips.
He kisses a path back up my throat, over my jaw, his teeth catching my earlobe, and then his lips are on mine again.
He kisses me like he's starving, and I've never felt anything so good.
I can feel him, the length of his erection hard against my belly, and I can't stop myself.
I roll my hips against his.
He groans, a low, guttural sound before gripping my thighs and hauling me up. I wrap my legs around his hips as he presses me against the wall, his lips devouring mine.
I want him.
So badly.
More than I've ever wanted anything.
His fingers tighten in my hair, his free hand gripping the outside of my thigh, and when he thrusts his hips against me, his cock rubs in just the right spot.
I groan, my fingers fisting in his hair, and he does it again.
It feels amazing.
But we can't do this.
We shouldn't.
But why not?
With his lips on my throat, I can't quite remember.
And God, whatever he's doing with his tongue feels so damn good.
Too good to stop.
And then his fingers slip under the hem of my T-shirt.
The bare skin of his wrist brushes the sensitive skin of my belly, and the touch feels like an electric shock.
I want him to go higher.
Or lower.
I don't care which.
All I know is that I want him.
He nips my earlobe, and I grind against him.
"God, you're hot." His voice is low, gruff.
