Page 15 of Taste Of You

Then again, once they meet Lily, they’ll run after calling me a liar.

I’m screwed. So screwed.

“We’re home.” Jet nudges my shoulder, his voice soft. “Do you need me to come up? Do you need to talk?”

With those words, he brings me out of my thoughts and slams reality back into my senses. Even if I want to, I can’t invite him up. Can’t so much as entertain the idea.

“No. It’s okay.” Even I can detect the tremor in my tone. “I’m going to crash and put this all...” you “...behind me.”

“Are you sure? Don’t push me away, Millie.”

“I’m not. Swear it.” Liar. Jet nods but isn’t convinced, and I do something beyond stupid. Hurt us both.

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I lean over him, bringing my mouth to hover over his, not touching, but breath him in.

“Please trust me,” I whisper, and his Adam’s apple bobs. His posture is rigid, muscles coiled tight like a snake waiting to attack.

Jet doesn’t move a single inch; he’s a statue.

But the evidence of my effect on him is clear. His nostrils flare, and his pupils dilate until the rich brown is nonexistent and all I see are black orbs full of hunger. Need.

The same that I’m sure reflect in mine.

My eyes wander lower, across his expanding chest as he takes my scent into his lungs, to the planes of his abs hidden by a shirt, and then right below to a thick bulge he can’t hide.

He’s hard. For me.

I do this to him, and it’s a heady feeling to know. To see it with my eyes.

“You need to move back,” he growls out, the sound of an enraged animal inside the car. “My control isn’t strong. You keep pushing, and I’m taking it all. Every single inch you offer.”

“Someday I might beg you to.” And then I press my lips to his, sealing my fate. Everything I thought before vanishes, and I’m surrendering myself to him.

In that instant—that first touch—everything disappears but him. There’s nothing in this world but his touch, his scent, and the groan full of pain that leaves him as the resistance disappears and acceptance takes over.

Jet takes over the kiss, his hand fisting my long locks while the other grips my hip and pulls me closer. Almost onto his lap.

His tongue parts my lips and touches mine. It’s not tentative or soft, nothing like I once thought my first kiss would be.

No. Not one bit.

It’s a plundering. He’s taking and tasting, holding me to his liking while he tortures my senses.

His teeth embed themselves into my bottom lip, and my core clenches as pleasure zips through every nerve ending.

There isn’t an inch of my mouth he doesn’t explore—his desire for me is palpable, controlling me. I’m a porcelain doll in his hands as he maneuvers me to his liking.

He dominates the kiss and I let him, powerless to stop him. Moreover, I never want him to.

“Jet.” It leaves me on a whimper as I bring my fingers to his nape and pull on the strands there with a harsh tug that ignites his senses. His growl into my mouth brings another rush of wetness between my thighs. My panties are destroyed, a useless piece of lace that does little to hide my reactions to him.

Suddenly he pulls back, and those now black eyes stare into mine. “Go.” Another growl leaves his chest, and he takes in another huge breath. “Get out before I taste the sweetness that floats in the air between us. You’re wet for me, sweetheart, and my control is just hanging on by a thread. One more taste of those sweet lips...” he nips my top one this time “...and I’ll fuck you in this car.”

“But—”

He silences me with a finger over my lips. “Do as I say. We’ll talk the next time I see you. Promise.”

Nodding, I pull back and exit the car without another word. I don’t so much as look his way as I punch in my code and head inside.

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