Page 46 of Blossoms of the Heart
A wicked smile danced on his lips and there was something I just realized.
He’d changed a lot, but he still looked at me the same too. That curious look, guarded yet filled with interest, want and desire.
“Not eighteen and not off limits. No mommy dearest around to protect her princess from the tattooed freak.”
My mom actually called him that. I’d never forget it.
I reached up and toughed the exposed skin on his chest. I ran my finger along what I could see of a Japanese character for fire.
He couldn’t see it now but I had one just like it on my lower back.
“I like your tattoos.”
He moved his face closer to mine. “I know. Same as I know I shouldn’t kiss you on your first day back in Japan, but fuck it.”
His lips came crashing down on mine and I met his kiss with my own, the power of desire fueling me.
God, it was like I couldn’t kiss him enough or reach enough of his lips to satisfy me.
I wanted him to devour me the same way that he kissed me.
This was from not finishing what we started years ago, and from me trying to find a guy who wasn’t like him. Someone my mother would approve of.
Tai smoothed his hands up my neck and cupped the back of my head to bring me closer. I welcomed the thrusts of his slick, hot tongue into my mouth and sucked on it, surprising him.
He kissed me harder, feasting on my mouth. Kissing me like he too couldn’t get enough.
I didn’t even feel when his hands left my head. All I could feel was fire all over my body before his hands were on my breasts, squeezing and kneading, flicking over my nipples.
I moaned into his mouth .
“They’re real,” he whispered against my lips, a smile in his voice.
“Yes.” I breathed.
“Jesus Christ.” He pulled back slightly and we both watched him squeeze my right breast and move across the hard nub of my nipple, pressing against the cup inside the dress. He dropped his hands and stepped back, pulling in a deep breath. “I have to take you home now.”
“Home?” As in to his house or…
“Akito’s. Catch up over.” He was so abrupt like he wanted to get away from me yet looked at me like he wanted me.
Calm down. Chill, breathe.
I needed to because my heart was galloping.
He scanned over me again and I wondered if he knew deep down there was something wrong with me.
“Why?” I had to ask. Had to know that he wasn’t rejecting me.
“It’s complicated.”
