Page 56 of The Promise Of Rain
Her hands flew out to her sides and her eyes widened in alarm, but when I reached her and cupped the back of her head, it fell back in my hands in surrender.
I tugged her closer and tipped her chin up further until her pretty eyes locked onto mine, a mix of fear, desire, and anger swirling in their depths.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” I confessed, my voice hoarse with longing.
Her hands flew up to latch onto my forearms.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby,” I promised.
Her eyes widened, her sweet lips parting.To protest?To plead?
It didn’t matter.
Dipping my head, I gently pressed my lips to hers.
My stomach clenched like a fist and my blood roared in my ears.It was the first time all over again, only this time I understood everything I had to lose.
She tasted like chocolate, smelled like freshly fallen snow, and felt like hope.
I groaned deep in my chest as I moved my lips over hers and watched her eyes roll back in her head as if she’d just imbibed the most potent aphrodisiac.
My tongue lashed the seam of her sweet mouth, begging her to let me in.
Once, twice, a third time, then, with a soft mewl that sounded too much like distress, she opened for me.
My eyes closed as that sound pierced my heart.
Knees quaking like never before, I swept my tongue inside and tasted her for the first time in over a decade.
She froze, her fingers digging into my arms, and I prayed to God she wouldn’t stop this.Not now, not when I felt truly alive for the first time since I left.
She was scared, and she had a right to be.
She didn’t believe in me yet, but she was going to be okay.
Better than okay.
I’d make sure of it.
I stroked her tongue with mine, nipped at her perfect bottom lip and brushed a kiss over the Cupid’s bow of her top.
With one hand at the small of her back and the other in her hair, I held her immobile, afraid to let up in case she disappeared.
Jenny was in my arms, finally, her sweet mouth panting into mine, soft little mewls escaping her throat.
God, I’d missed her.
Trailing my lips along the line of her jaw, I dipped to press a kiss to her neck before dragging my stubble along her throat.
Her breath hitched.
Her hands fisted in my shirt.
And she caught fire.
Hands slipping under my arms to sweep up my chest and neck, she fisted my hair in both hands, the sting reminding me where we’d been and just how far we had to go before she dragged my mouth back to hers.
I supported her lower back as she arched into me, pressing her breasts against my chest and rolling her hips against my erection.
