Page 50 of Broken Bridges

Why? Why her?

Anguish crushed my heart as I pressed my forehead against hers and whispered, “Tia?”

“Just dance with me.” Her voice was a breathy whisper laced with too much heat. The tension in her body was wound as tight as mine.

The problem was, I didn’t want to just dance. My gaze fell to her lips. So perfect and pink. I wanted to taste them. Put an end to this insanity.

Her hand ran down my back, leaving shivers in its wake. She clutched my ass and drew our groins closer together. She moved and rocked and gyrated against me. Fuck! Every cell in my body had come alive. She made me feel alive. Something I hadn’t felt in months. Something I’d never experienced with a woman.

I’d never thought that this would be possible. It scared the living shit out of me.

She lifted her chin. Her lips hovered an inch from mine. The flames in our entwined breaths were enough to ignite the building. “Lewis?...Please...kiss me.”

The want in her voice struck the center of my chest. The music thrummed like loud gongs inside my head. My heart pounded so hard against my ribs they were close to cracking.

I dug my fingers into her hips. My brain said no; my body said yes.

Fuuuuuck! I couldn’t take this anymore.

All my restraint. My resolve. My control. Everything about who I was...snapped.

“You’ll be the death of me.” I cupped the back of her head and drew her lips to mine.

She moaned against my mouth, weakening my knees. My world tipped on its axis. Fuck. The sweet taste of bourbon on her lips was my undoing. I kissed her, unable to stop. The moment my tongue flicked, touched, and dueled with hers, jolts of electricity shocked every nerve ending in my body. Her soft licks and playful teases turned into a hot, fiery hunger. No one had ever tasted so divine.

In a haze, I got lost in her kisses. I devoured and savored each mind-blowing one. So soft. Sweet. Sexy. And such a fucking turn-on. A new ache grew hotter inside me, one of lust and desire.

Her hands knotted into my hair and tugged me forward. “I have wanted to kiss you from the moment we met.”

Something hammered deep inside my head, something like stop, but the fog blocked all reasoning and sense. “Hope I didn’t disappoint you.”

“Definitely not.” As she slid her sore knee up the outside of my thigh, she rocked her hips against mine, pressing and rubbing her crotch into my zipper.

Sweet motherfuck—but crap. Was her foot hurting? I ran my hand around her thigh and caught beneath her leg. “You okay?” I whispered against her lips. Had she had enough dancing? We should stop. Yes, we should stop.

In a fucking hot minute.

“Oh yeah. I’m good.” She crushed her lips to mine, stealing my breath. Our kisses were the hottest I’d ever had. Full of fire and way too much sizzle. Easing my hand toward her ass, my fingertips blazed against the silky fabric of her dress pants. I smiled against her lips. “I like the feel of your pants.”

“I like what’s in yours.” She drove her hips against me, gyrating and rubbing harder. Shit. My hard-on ached, threatening to burst from its confines. I hadn’t been this turned on in months. Heightened by the ecstasy intoxicating my system, I was caught in this mad rush.

I wanted more.

Ignoring the mass of dancers around us, I trailed kisses down the side of her neck. Her head fell to the side giving me a clear path to her soft skin. As I licked and nipped her flesh, I made my way toward her ear. “You taste so good.”

“Shh. Just kiss me,” she murmured. Curling her hands through my hair, she pulled my lips back to hers.

My God, I was on fire, burning from the inside out. I ran my hands up her back, down her arms, then clutched her butt, pressing her tidy body against mine. So good. I slipped my hands onto her waist, then ran them slowly up and down her sides. She arched toward me as if wanting to get closer and closer. I’d never wanted to touch every inch of someone so badly. I slid my hand toward her breast and teased my thumb across the lower arch. She didn’t stop me. So, I didn’t. Easing my palm upward, I skimmed my fingertips over her hardened nipple. Her breath hitched. Her lips parted. As I took the weight of her breast in my hand, I squeezed it gently. Oh, wow. So firm, yet squishy, yet so fucking hot.

A wicked smile curled across her sexy lips. “You can touch me anywhere. I won’t say no.”

My mind was blown enough for one night. “You shouldn’t get high.”

She covered my hand with hers and held it against her boob. “You shouldn’t stop.”

I was a lost cause. I couldn’t get my brain to tell my body to quit this even if I tried.

Her lips found mine again. I drowned in our kisses. The drugs held me by the balls. This night hadn’t gone to plan. The consequences flickered through my mind. Fuck...this is Cole’s sister. Confusion twisted every fiber of my body and hurtled through my skull. She’s a girl. But the swipe of Tia’s tongue against mine swept the turmoil aside. Sweating and grinding against each other, we moved as one. Dancing. Touching. Kissing. As my hand slid down her back and onto her bare flesh, I swear I heard a sizzle.

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