Page 56 of Kissing Games
‘Yes. It’s a new gated community in LA. When the money for the cosmetics contract comes through, I’ll finally have enough to buy houses for my parents, my grandparents, my sister, my brother, and a small one for me.’
He looked at her.
She couldn’t read his expression.
‘Asmallone?’
‘Yes. I don’t need anything big. I could live with any of my family, but I want them to have their privacy.’
Charlie ran his finger along the scuffed edge of her tablet, then put it on the bed. ‘So, every penny you earn goes into this fund?’
‘Yes.’ She was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Was it a mistake to have told him?
‘And what does your family think of your plan?’
Her stomach squeezed and she looked away. ‘We don’t talk about it.’
He put the tablet on the bedside table. ‘Come here.’ He reached out his arms and she snuggled into his chest. ‘You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met.’ He kissed her forehead. ‘Your family are blessed to have you.’
She slid her hand under his jacket, feeling the warmth of his skin through the T-shirt. She scraped her nails down the ridges of his abs and he tensed.
‘Valentina?’
‘Yes, Charlie?’
‘If you keep doing that, there’s going to be trouble.’
She smiled and kissed the side of his neck. ‘Maybe trouble is exactly what I need.’
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Charlie tensed, then stretched and grabbed the thermometer. He put it in her ear and pulled it out as soon as it beeped. ‘Fuck!’
‘What is it?’
He showed her the small screen. ‘Thirty-five point two. You’re not getting naked until it’s at least thirty-six.’
The swarm of butterflies inside her took off, batting their wings on the inside of her ribs. ‘Maybe kisses would help me warm up?’
He stared at her, his eyes shining with green fire, then threw his jacket to the floor. She scooted under the covers and he followed, bracketing her body with his, his forearms braced either side of her head. He pulled off her hat and sank his nose into her hair.
‘Fuck,’ he exhaled. ‘You smell so good.’
She tentatively touched the sides of his chest. He groaned, his hot breath sending prickles of excitement through her. She tugged his T-shirt out of his jeans and ran her fingers up and down the muscles of his back. He was still, but she could feel him vibrating with tension. She slowly scored her fingernails up his spine to the back of his neck. He broke away, pushing his face into the pillow and breathing heavily.
‘Jesus Christ, Valentina,’ he cried, his voice muffled.
Her body hummed with delight and she brought her mouth to his ear. ‘Is the monster waking up, Charlie?’ she whispered.
He huffed out a terse laugh, then put his knee between her thighs, pushing them apart. Before she could think, he wrapped his arm around her right leg, opening her to him. His face was millimetres away, his eyes a dark, stormy green. Thrills rushed across her skin like popping champagne bubbles.
‘Valentina,’ he growled, pushing his hips into her. ‘The monster’s been awake since I saw you at Heathrow.’
She pulled his head down, mashing his lips to her, darting her tongue into his mouth. He responded by holding her tightly, devouring her. Pleasure crashed through her so fast she lost all sense of anything except his hot, urgent kisses and his rock-hard cock rubbing against her jeans. Aching desire pooled in her lower abdomen. Her body cried out to be stretched, filled, loved by him. For the first time, she felt the alchemy of true passion. The crazy chemical cocktail of hormones driving her to want him bare inside her, filling her with his seed. She undulated her body, rubbing her swollen sex against him.
He broke away. ‘Valentina. Jesus Christ.’ He was breathless, his voice wavering as if he was about to faint. He scrunched up his face and yelled into the pillow.
‘What is it? Are you okay?’ she asked, her own voice breathy and light.
