Page 39 of For Your Eyes Only

“Oh my God,” I moan, unable to hold it in, and I see his teeth close, almost as if he clenches them.

Almost as if he’s fighting for control.

He slides the spoon away, and I lift my eyes to his. I’m still leaning forward slightly. My hands are on the table, and my breasts press against them, lifting in a daring way.

Trip’s eyes flick from my mouth to my body, and tension crackles in the air between us. My panties are wet, and he puts the spoon on the ramekin.

“You’ve had your bite.” He stands, holding out his hand.

“You don’t want any?” I look up at him.

“I have something better in mind.”

CHAPTER11

TRIP

Gia is a tantalizing mix of contradictions. She’s wide-eyed and innocent, talking about sewing costumes and being a dancer. Then she shows up for our date in that dress, like a vixen from hell.

Fuck me, I almost sprung a boner when she stepped out of that silly Hyundai. Then she somehow made the doorman grin, and I was ready to storm over and punch him in the face.

I didn’t, of course. I waited and presented her with the white rose I picked up at the gift shop.

Every sex noise she made at dinner added fuel to the heat below my belt. My fingers curled against the need to stand and toss her over my shoulder, carry her to the nearest guest room and fuck her senseless. Instead, I controlled myself, while our chat about tickling enhanced the growing library of dirty things I want to do to her.

First I want to kiss her.

We’re outside the resort, strolling the breezeway between the restaurant and the main building. A light breeze is in the air, and our fingers are entwined. Her long hair wraps around her arms, and those luscious breasts ripple with each step.

I can’t take it anymore. Catching both her hands, I turn her so her back is to the wall in a shadowy alcove. She inhales a soft gasp, and my dick responds.

“What are we doing?”

“I’d like to kiss you, Gia.” I sound like a desperate man, and I can’t think of the last time I had to ask for a kiss. “May I?”

Large brown eyes meet mine, and my stomach clenches. It’s my last warning to turn back. My brain knows, even if my dick doesn’t give a shit, kissing Gia is going to change me whether I want it to or not.

“Okay…” Her tongue slips out to wet her full bottom lip, and I exhale a groan.

She’s fucking perfect. Leaning forward, I cup her face with both hands, sliding my thumbs along her cheeks. Her lips are so full, like ripe fruit.

Bending down, I slide my lips over hers, back and forth. Kissing her is a rare delicacy I want to savor, to remember. A whimper escapes her throat, and I seal our mouths together, plunging my tongue in to find hers.

Opening her wider, our tongues curl and dance. She tastes like fine wine and dark chocolate, and my dick is so hard. She clutches the front of my suit coat, and she dips as if her knees weaken.

One of my hands moves from her face to wrap around her waist, holding her up against the wall as I trace my mouth to her cheek, to her ear. “I’ve never wanted to kiss someone so much.”

She exhales a sigh, and her fingers thread in my hair. “Do it again.”

With pleasure.

Covering her mouth with mine, this time I don’t have to part her lips. She rises to meet me, sliding her tongue next to mine and moaning like I’m the fucking chocolate soufflé.

“Fuck, I want to be inside you.” My voice is feral.

Leaning down, I place my lips on the top of her breast. I want to lift it out and devour her. I want to slide the zipper down and consume her. I want to pull her nipples with my lips and lift and knead them as I drive my cock into her slippery core.

“Oh, God,” she gasps. “Trip…”

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