Page 51 of Kiss Away Your Pain (Wounded Hearts 2)

He locks me in place with his gaze. “Let me be perfectly clear.” His voice deep and deliberate, he lowers his face closer to mine, sending electricity through me. “I don’t want to see any other women. I only want to see you.” His eyes shift back and forth between mine. “I only want to kissyou.” He doesn’t move any closer.

My senses pique in increasing intensity with each word that comes out of his mouth, his last sentence sending chills racing over my flesh. My breaths are heavy, wanting. Whether it’s his words or the wine or my body no longer able to resist him, I don’t know and I don’t care. I move my hands to the back of his neck and tug him gently toward me.

“Kiss me,” I whisper.

Digging his fingers into my lower back, a growl hums deep in his chest, vibrating against me. He bends his head lower. Heat rages through my pumping blood the instant our lips meet.

I grip harder around his neck, lifting onto the balls of my feet. Our tongues dance in unison with the sexy jazz music circling our bodies like ribbons of smoke.

My heart beats frantically with each desperate probe of my tongue, wanting more. He pulls back, holding my face once again, his hot breath skimming my lips.

“I’ve been dying to kiss you again,” he says, shaking his head, hard breaths accompanying his words.

I open my lips, craving him. In stark contrast to my pounding heart, he moves his lips, unhurried, toward mine, making my heart beat faster. Controlling my frantic desire, he seduces my mouth with his masterful tongue, baiting me with each movement.

Leaving my mouth begging for more, he drills his kryptonic gaze into me as he presses his hard-on into my abdomen. Breaking our gaze, he nuzzles his mouth into my neck, trailing down, sucking lightly. Tingles cover my body as I tilt back my head in the bliss of his journey. He continues down to my clavicle, dragging his tongue along it, then focusing kisses on the hollow just above it. I whimper, heaving uncontrolled breaths.

“Mmm.” His sound tells me he’s enjoying his seductive torment.

Adrenaline and desire intoxicate me. I need his mouth on mine again. I’ve never experienced passion like this from kissing. I’m out of my mind. I want more. I bring his face back to mine. Fire burns in his eyes as he claims my mouth again, probing deep with his tongue, dominating me. He circles my waist with his arm and holds my head in his hand. Snaking my hands behind his head, I tug. He groans, tilting his pelvis into me as he holds me against him.

“Jesus, Candi,” he breathes, moving his hands to cradle my face. “I’m running low on willpower.” He places a sweet kiss on my lips. “But I’ll take this as slow as you want.”

“Okay.” I nod.I’m not ready for more. Am I?

He takes a deep breath and lets it out, then releases my face and holds me to his chest. His heart pounds against my face, matching my own erratic heartbeat. Lust licks between us. “I’m gonna go and let you get some sleep,” he says, then kisses the top of my head.

Untangling from each other, we walk to my door.

“Call you tomorrow?” he asks.

Speechless and unable to slow my heart, I nod.

“Good night.”

I close and lock my door…my breaths stilted.

My heart might not be ready, but my body sure as fuck is.

Will my heart ever be ready? I want to believe it has the capacity to move on. Can I let go?

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