Page 51 of Champagne Fizz

“I’ve wanted—” I whisper, our lips feathering against one another as I speak, making my face warm.

“Simon, I—”

But then she closes this distance, lifting onto her tiptoes and pressing her soft lips against mine—and I’m gone.

I’ve imagined kissing her so many times I’m not ready for how soft and pliable her mouth is in real life. I nibble against her silken texture and close my eyes, savoring the mixture of innocence and wickedness as I tease her lips open.

My hand cups the back of her neck, and she moans hotly against my breath. Her hands clutch the front of my shirt and I kiss her harder, claiming her.

I’m drunk on her taste: floral and sweet and smokey from the candles she’s been lighting. I’m completely lost in the beauty of her, the softness, the elegance, that it takes a second to realize the shiver rippling through my arms is her body and not mine.

I grip her tighter.

Press her against me.

She moans as we connect, our whole fronts igniting with heat. She gasps, as a new shiver rakes through her body like a live wire sparking. Our tongues find one another and I knew she’d taste like sunshine. Yellow and vibrant—and for at least this moment—completely mine. It’s pitch-black outside and there’s no moon, but she still tempts my body to take more of her.

My hand finds her neck and I stroke her throat—tasting her moans. Suddenly, I understand how Arie can be overcome with lust andneedto take Conner into her back office to fuck him. My cock wants exactly that—to lie Kendall down in one of the dining room’s velvet booths and—

Kendall’s hands are in my hair—clutching, wanting, restless.

“We should go into my office,” I whisper against her mouth, feeling her knees weaken, as I coax out her tongue. I tease her, before drawing her tongue into my mouth and sucking on it. I latch on with wicked intention, this kiss coming with a thousand dirty promises.

Kendall pulls her head back and gasps.

A wicked noise escapes her throat as her whole body clamps tight around me. It’s like she suddenly needs support from falling and my arms snap around her back to keep her upright. Her legs start to shake and her fingers dig into my shoulder blades.

Her open mouth falls against my neck—sinful sounds coming out that are muffled against my skin.

“Simon!” My name rakes out of her throat. “Simon—oh gosh!”

Her teeth scrape.

My arms squeeze her tighter as unmistakable sounds break from her lips. Intimate sounds. A primal shudder radiates through her body, and I can feel it everywhere we connect.

Only, our clothes are on.

I’ve barely touched her.

I haven’t undressed her or tasted her skin.

I kissed her.

That’s it.

And she’s—

I hold her tightly until her body stops shaking. I hold her as her body goes limp and she pants hotly against my neck. I stroke her hair and look at the candles on the table softly flickering behind her as I wait for her to catch her breath.

I wait for her to feel sturdy on her legs.

“Kendall?” I whisper when I think she’s calmed down. “Am I hallucinating, or did you just orgasm from a kiss?”

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KENDALL

Oh, holy focaccia, my body is on fire!

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