Page 49 of Veil of Secrets
She lifts the edge of my shirt and slips her hand underneath.
Fingertips drag across my abs. Her palm presses flat to feel me breathe.
“You’re too still,” she says.
“I’m watching the thief work.”
She laughs softly. “You don’t sound like you want me to stop.”
“I don’t.”
Her body shifts closer.
Our thighs touch now. Her knee slides between mine. Her hand moves higher under my shirt.
I inhale.
That’s all she needs.
She leans up, kisses me—harder than last time. Tongue first. No hesitation.
I grip her hips, pull her against me. Her legs press into mine as the kiss deepens.
She tastes like cigarette smoke and mint. Her mouth moves like she’s done waiting.
I respond with the same energy—my hand tangling in the back of her hair, dragging her mouth harder to mine.
She bites my bottom lip. I groan.
She pulls back just enough to whisper, “Caught me yet?”
“Not yet.”
Her hands slide under my shirt again, both now. Up my chest, nails scratching lines I feel down to my spine.
I grip her shirt at the waist and pull it over her head in one motion.
She lets it go.
The lace mask stays on.
She’s braless. Her skin flush, breathing sharp.
I kiss her again.
Deeper. Slower now.
Hands on her ribs.
She gasps into my mouth when I drag my thumbs up over her breasts.
Her hips shift forward instinctively.
The couch creaks.
She doesn’t care.
I slide my hand higher, fingers brushing the peaks, circling her nipples with the edge of my thumb.
