Page 14 of Spoiling Lillian
I’ve kissed a few men experimentally, usually guys who were hoping for more when they dropped me off after a date neither of us arranged. I never let them use their tongue. It always seemed gross.
Not so gross now. I’m melting against Bryson as my knees threaten to buckle. He slides one hand down to my waist and steadies me while he continues to show me what it feels like to be truly kissed.
It’s intense and passionate. I fall even harder for him, and I really need to get a grip, or I’m going to get hurt. I bet kissing me is no big deal for Bryson. For me, it’s life-changing.
When the door pings and opens, Bryson finally pulls back. He grabs my hand and hauls me out of the elevator. I’m barely able to remain upright.
As soon as we’re in the hallway, he turns me around, flattens me to the wall next to the elevator, and kisses me again.
I feel like I’m in a romance movie, and I’m about to swoon.
Eventually, he releases my lips.
I’m panting.
“I’ve wanted to do that all night,” he says.
“I’ve wanted you to do it all night, too,” I admit.
His expression is serious as he grabs my hand again. “Which apartment is yours?”
I point and lead him in that direction. When I pull my keys out, he takes them from me and releases me to unlock my door. As soon as we’re inside, I manage to shut off my alarm with shaky fingers. It’s a miracle I remember the code.
“Good girl. I’m glad you have an alarm.” Once again, he presses me against the wall, and once again, he kisses me.
I’m not complaining. That’s for sure. I’ve never been this off-kilter in my life, though. I like it.
I also like the way my body hums and how everything seems to tingle. I’m not wearing a bra, and my breasts feel heavy. I wish he would touch them, but I’m not bold enough to ask.
I’ve had fantasies about this man for a month. I’ve stared at the ceiling most nights thinking about what it would be like to kiss him, and my imagination doesn’t come close to comparing to the real deal.
I get the feeling it’s difficult for him to release my lips, and when he does, he sets his forehead against mine, breathing heavily. “Shit.”
I grin. I assume his shit is a good thing.
“Well, we got that out of the way.”
“Did we?” It’s like we opened a can and spilled the contents all over. We can’t put it back, and the lid is too damaged to replace. Now that the kiss is out there, I want more.
He smirks. “For now.” He suddenly steps back as if it’s too hard to continue touching me. He runs a hand through his thick hair and stares at me.
I’m using the wall to hold myself up, breathing heavily.
“Don’t,” he says.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t look at me like that.” He glances at the door. “If I were a stronger man, I would leave now.”
I gasp. “You said you would spank me.” Why does he want to leave?
“I will, sweet girl. I didn’t mean to imply that I want to go. Far from it. I just don’t want to get carried away. You throw me off my game. I should have known I couldn’t keep my hands off you. I knew as much weeks ago. Now it’s been proven, and I don’t know what the fuck to do about all these unusual feelings.”
I push off the wall and step into his space, setting my palms on his chest. “What’s unusual about your feelings?” He’s always so confident and dominant. Right now, he’s more vulnerable and disheveled. I like it. It makes him human.
He slides his hands up my arms and holds my biceps. “I haven’t taken a vanilla woman out in ages. It’s been even longer since I kissed one.”
“You said yourself you don’t think I’m vanilla.”
