Such a hold out. “Agreed.”
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I strained upward as he bore down.
Our lips touched.
His weight drove us both to the ground. I moaned into his hot mouth at the soft feel of his full bottom lip.
Firm.
Confident.
Oh my god!
We rolled without breaking apart, and I straddled his lap, clutching his face to mine. Our tongues didn’t dance—they moved with a starved hunger that we could never fill.
Air wasn’t necessary.
Not when I could feelthis. His groan vibrated through me.
I needed more.
So much more.
We disconnected for a sliver of a second.
White-hot fire slammed into my chest, catapulting me back.Ouch.That shit hadn’t happened since the touch meet. I choked as wave after wave of scalding heat slammed into me.
Red blanketed my thoughts.
No.
We didn’t want this.
Body shaking, I assumed the crouched position and raised my arms in the Cleopatra-like position. Sascha’s furious snarls rocketed across the space.
Our eyes met.
“Doore koh e baka,” I hissed.
Like a bucket of water poured over my head, the heat broke. I toppled forward onto my hands and knees.Shit.
Panting hard, I touched my lips.That was… incredible.
Sascha walked to me and ran a hand down my back, taking care to brush over my ticklish spot.
I sat back on my haunches.
His eyes were as rounded as mine.
“That was far better than any dream,” he breathed. “I’ve found a new obsession.”
So had I.
I rested a hand against his jaw and leaned in.
We sighed as our lips touched.
