Page 53 of Stolen Kiss

I didn’t know what I could say at that moment, but only that I really, really wanted him to kiss me.

My eyes closed just before I felt the hard press of his soft lips against mine. The rough stubble around his jaw tickled my sensitive skin, and I moved closer to him.

His grip around my waist tightened, and when he slanted his kiss the other way, I couldn’t help the moan that escaped.

Fireworks.

I was feeling fireworks.

The explosion of a bomb. My nipples tightened when I pressed them flat against his chest, and I was sure he could feel it, because his movements became almost frantic…

Desperate.

I gasped, and Jensen took advantage of it, moving his tongue inside my mouth in a hot, fiery tangle I couldn’t get enough of. My arms moved around his neck as I clutched him to me, not wanting him to let go.

That stolen kiss on the rooftop of the bar nine years ago?

It paled in comparison to this kiss.

I wondered how that could possibly be.

I had thought of nothing but that kiss.

I had obsessed over, analyzed it, dreamed it, and still, the memory of it felt like a distant dream, while this kiss here… it was everything.

Jensen pushed until my back was against the hard surface of my door, while he pressed in close to me, shielding me. And how addictive it was, to be shielded by Jensen.

It was his huge body sheltering me against all that was bad in the world, and surely if anything or anyone were to try to go against someone like Jensen, they would lose.

I was safe.

The world seemed to have held its breath and nothing existed but this moment I had with him. He pulled away just far enough to look at me. We were both breathing hard, the hot air of our breath mingling in the small space between our lips. He didn’t say anything, and neither did I.

Jensen moved his hands up and cupped my cheeks. I didn’t even realize I was crying until he swiped his thumb under my eye, taking away the tears.

“What’s this?” he asked, a stricken look overtaking his face, as if he was afraid he might have been too rough with me. He made a move to pull away, and I tightened my hold on him, keeping him there.

“I don’t know,” I whispered. I didn’t dare to speak any louder.

“Why are you crying?”

“I don’t know. Kiss me again, Jensen.”

“Emilia…”

“Please. Kiss me.”

I didn’t give him the chance to answer me. I pulled him down and I greedily devoured his lips, reveling in the sweet taste of him, and Jensen was my willing victim.

He kissed me back. Harder than the first kiss, but no less passionately. I ate it all up. I wanted to be consumed by him.

I kissed him back more fervently as I moved restlessly against him. This wasn’t enough.

More.

I needed more.

Jensen moved one leg between my thighs, and I could feel the hard muscle pushing near my core.

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