Page 13 of Blushing Bride

The kiss turned more persistent. A bit harder. More possessive.

My core twisted with anticipation. The hand at the back of my head turned into a fist. A blossoming fiery ache flared across my scalp, and I whimpered, but he swallowed my cries with an aroused groan.

For some reason, that made the heat burn inside me that much hotter.

It was at that moment that I realized that I was kissing him back. His grip was no longer holding me captive. In fact, it wasn’t holding me close enough. Without thinking, I wound my arms around his neck, and he practically growled with enthusiasm.

His teeth nipped at my bottom lip, biting it gently and sucking it into his mouth. For the first time, I moaned out loud.

I’d never made a sound like that before.

His kiss deepened and his tongue snaked in between my lips. It danced with mine, fervently, greedily. His fist tightened even further, and I whimpered once more. Everything about him screamed dominant confidence and every part of me seemed to answer to its call.

I wanted more.

I had the distinct feeling that he knew that too.

My fingers gripped at the muscles of his shoulders, feeling the chiseled surface beneath the barrier of fabric that lay between us. I pressed my chest up against his, pulling as close as I could.

It was then that I noticed the hard ridge of his cock against my hip. I sucked in an anxious breath. I’d been taught about the human body. I’d even seen a male penis before, but I’d never felt one before. Not like this.

His hand slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, just glancing against the skin of my back for the first time. My breath escaped me as a shaky whimper and that just made him kiss me all the harder.

“I want more than just a taste,” he growled.

“Please,” I begged.

His fingers gripped the bottom of my shirt, lifting it slowly and steadily as he drew his hand up my back. His fingertips elicited fiery tingles all over me, which seemed to eventually settle in my pulsing clit. My legs shook a little bit, and I pressed my thighs together in desperation. My pussy clenched and I came to the shameful realization that I was wet.

I was aroused. Scientifically, I understood what that meant. Experiencing it, however, was something else entirely.

His lips caressed my cheek as he pulled my shirt higher. Only when it reached the tops of my shoulders did I realize what was happening. He was undressing me.

He hadn’t asked.

I didn’t stop him.

He pulled my shirt off completely. The air conditioning was chilly on my bare stomach. My first instinct was to cover myself, but he quickly pulled my arms around his neck and captured me in a second, much rougher kiss.

Electricity surged between us. I could think of nothing but his hands on my skin, his kiss on my lips. His fingertips flittered along the top of my slacks, dancing along my flesh like he was playing a violin for an audience that only included me.

His fingers deftly unhooked my bra before I even realized what he was doing. My nipples pebbled almost instantly at the immediate lack of support as he pulled my bra away from my chest. I cried out, more in surprise than anything else.

He was baring my breasts. Slowly.

I reached up, trying to pull my lingerie back into place. He grasped my wrists in one smooth motion, backing me up and trapping me a bit roughly against the wall. My bra hung on my shoulders, the cups only partially covering my breasts. It felt even more indecent than being completely naked, but only barely. He took a hold of my bra, but he didn’t do anything with it. At least, not yet.

His gaze met mine directly for a long moment as he pinned my arms over my head.

Heat spiraled through my body at what I saw contained within them.

Danger. Temptation. The promise of something new that would result in pure and utter satisfaction.

I swallowed and bit my lip.

“Don’t you dare try to hide your body from me again,” he growled. The heavy rumble of his voice vibrated through me, settling deep in my core, and making my clit pulse ceaselessly with need.

I lifted my chin, fighting with my want to give into his demands and the need to defy him just so I could find out what would happen if I did. The dark playfulness in his eyes intensified and my tentative rebelliousness grew a bit bolder.

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