Page 9 of Secret Baby for My Protector

I think she’s going to push me away - and I’m ready to let her go when she does - but she just rests her hands there, no pressure applied. There’s a single thought as to why she doesn't reject my kiss, but it vanishes as I’m occupied with the sensation of her lips under mine.

God, it's been so long.

Warning bells sound at the back of my mind, ordering me to get a hold of myself, but it's impossible as her taste spreads through my system. Kissing her is so wrong but damn if I can bring myself to care right now. Not with her lips soft, underneath mine, her scent like spring on a rainy day. Not with the way she makes a little sound, her hand fluttering and fanning out to my chest.

And then just like that her lips part in an invitation that I cannot resist. I moan into her mouth as my tongue pushes forward, delving deeper into her taste. Sweet. Innocent.

Fuck, I want more.

I lick her tongue, teasing it into a sensual dance, swallowing more of her lusty sounds in my mouth. My heart thunders in my ears, as the kiss becomes more passionate, more desperate, blocking out the cries of common sense. My hand wraps around her waist and I pull her closer, one hand burying in her hair to keep her still as I plunder her lips. Fuck she tastessogood. Better than anything I’ve ever tasted before in my life.

And though I know this was supposed to just be a kiss, her little gasps spur me on harder, to do more.

Stop.

The warning goes unheeded as I my lips travel to her neck. I taste her skin, dewy, and sweaty, and draw pleasure from the way her pulse thunders under my lips.

She's feeling the same hunger that I've felt for the past year. She wants this too.

"Oh my God," Mia gasps again and her hand flies to my shoulder gripping it as I suckle hard on the skin of her neck. I haven’t given a girl a hickey in a long time, and I’m not entirely sure if that’s what I intend to do here, or if it just happened. There's little rhyme or reason to my actions right now. My mind is currently a mass of lust and it’s hard to think much besides how good she tastes all over.

And how much I want to keep kissing her until the two of us can’t breathe.

"Stop." Mia's strained voice comes between breaths. "We have to stop."

I don't know how but by some herculean feat of strength, I pull back. It takes me a minute to figure out why. She said no. But her eyes are still glazed with desire, her face flushed, and her mouth pursed and begging for my lips again. She’s still subtly trying to bring me closer.

I want to kiss her again, but I hold it there.

Something’s wrong. I can’t do this. Not with Mikey upstairs and not with her.

As much as it kills me to, I hold her gaze, stiffening all my muscles to keep from pulling her close again. But I can't let her go just yet. I don't have it in me.

She's the one who ends up breaking the contact.

I see the second the awareness slams into her and she gasps and bolts out of my arms nearing falling over in the effort the get away from me. I chuckle as she stumbles a few feet away and then glances back at me in horror.

"What did you do?”

“What did I do?” I raise an eyebrow. “Last I checked, you were kissing me the same way I was kissing you.”

“Yes but…oh my God.” She gapes at me and horror enters her gaze. “You did that to distract me, didn’t you? So, I wouldn’t call the district on you?”

No, I kissed her because she looked so sexy when she was mad and I couldn't stand it, but I don't say it. Giving word to the desire between us might only make things worse. And if she stays here any longer, I’m pretty sure I'll kiss her again, my vow to Liam be damned.

She needs to leave.

“Think whatever you want.” I give her one of those smirks that seem to irritate her so much. “But unless you want us to fuck right here on the floor, you should probably head back home.”

Annoyance flashes in her eyes and I nearly groan at the memory of those eyes flashing with passion again. Staying in place, right now, is about to get the better of me if she doesn’t leave.

But then she shakes her head and says, “You’ll pay for everything. I won’t let this go that easily. I swear."

Then she spins around and heads back up the stairs. A few seconds later, I hear the front door close.

Only then do I release the breath I’m holding.

Fuck I can still smell her. Her spring scent is still in my nose and it’s urging me to go after her, so that we can continue what we started.

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