Page 60 of Lies (Wicked Empire 1)

I’d deal with everything else later.

He stared at me intently, and I answered his question with a kiss.

I pressed my lips against his hand before I stretched up and kissed his lips. Then I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

The delicious broadness of his body made me shiver.

I kissed him deeper, stroking my tongue inside his mouth, smiling when he did the same.

Then he took over the kiss.

And with it, my breath.

The sensation of his lips against mine, his tongue exploring my mouth, his hands roaming my body, all of it was deliciously overwhelming, so much so that my thoughts scattered and wouldn’t allow me to process anything but the feeling that thundered through my body.

He broke away and stared down at me with eyes so dark I couldn’t make out his pupils.

The determination I saw there made my pussy clench.

He looked for all the world like he wanted to devour me, and I was going to let him.

He moved suddenly, his fingers working open the button-down shirt I was wearing.

I didn’t realize until just that moment that I was braless, and I shivered, my nipples puckering from the cold and from his gaze.

He pushed the shirt down then stared at me, his expression intense but unreadable.

I felt the ghosts of old insecurities, or what I had thought were old insecurities, starting to rise up.

Only to be ruthlessly shoved away when he lifted the corner of his lips in the slightest smile.

I released a breath, my body shuttering on the exhale.

The smile got bigger, and I found myself returning it, surprised by that.

Before, sex had been a fraught, tense, uncertain time, one that left me feeling vulnerable, exposed.

I felt that now, but I also felt…safe.

Which was the biggest lie in the world.

I wasn’t safe here, not with him.

But I felt like I was, and at least in this moment, I refused to question that.

I looked at my hands and laid them flat against his chest, the feel of hard muscle and his heartbeat vibrating against my fingers.

Then I pulled, lifting his shirt over his head until he took over and tossed it away.

I stared at him, the perfection of his arms, his chest, his skin warm against my hands again taking my breath away.

I got closer, kissing him, rubbing my breasts against his chest until we were both breathless.

He pushed me down and followed, landing on top of me, kissing me so thoroughly that I would be hard-pressed to remember my name.

His kiss was so encompassing that I didn’t even realize I was naked until my thighs touched his as he hovered above me.

I was wet for him, soaking, and could smell my own essence, feel how slick I was with need.

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