My tongue sweeps past her entrance, and our tongues meet for the first time. We groan. The savory hunger I taste when our tongues meet heightens the rightness I felt earlier. Every inch of her mouth is under my command as I deepen our kiss.
Savering.
Devouring.
For a moment, I’m lost in our embrace. The loneliness surrounding my life for the past ten years dissipates into smoke. I feel. Everything. My racing heart. The blood pooling in my dick. The quiver in her body as her soft curves yield against me. My need to possess her. And the desire to not only help her because my daughter asked, but to make her my equal.
A growl echoes in my chest at the challenge of seeing her succeed.
Naomi’s sensual warmth seeps under my skin, scratching at the gates of my lonely soul.
As my tongue hungrily sweets against the roof of her mouth, she moans. Her sound of pleasure is my undoing when I should exercise restraint. Hearing her desire unleashes the caged beast that I have controlled for too long.
My hand cups her nape, anchoring her to me. To the here and now. This moment in time. I lean closer until we’re fused from waist to chest. Yet, I want more. Hunger for it.
I shudder and it consumes me, tightening every muscle in my body until I press my hips forward in search of relief. Fuck, my dick feels good nestled at her juncture.
Panting, I break our kiss, even as my mind protests against my thread-hold on any rational thoughts I have.
“That’s how a kiss should feel,” I say, after clearing my throat.
Fiery magic.
All-consuming.
She blinks as if emerging from her own fog. There is nothing between us but the realization that we’ve closed a line. A fragile line that can cost us everything. I wait for regret to wash over me, but it’s elusive. A flutter in the wind.
I can’t take the kiss back.
Don’t want to. Now that I’ve sipped from her mouth, there’s one thing I’m certain of. When I finally stretch Naomi Waters out under me, it won’t be to prove I’m a better kisser. It will be because she’s begging me to satisfy the ache I glimpse in her eyes.
CHAPTER SEVEN
NAOMI
Itouch my trembling lips with my fingers. Closing my eyes, I give myself a mental shake to wake the hell up. The quivering lightness in my stomach doesn’t ease through. Nor does the towering presence of Nathan.
I’ve gone an eternity without acting on my attraction toward him, yet with one kiss he shatters my restraint. My skin is on fire, and my heart is pounding in my chest.
Why did he kiss me when he has spent an equal amount of time pretending I didn’t exist? Seeing me as nothing more than his daughter’s best friend.
“We need to talk,” he says, while my brain scrambles six ways to Sunday with what just happened.
“Let’s not make a big deal out of one kiss,” I finally say, not wanting to hear he regretted kissing someone twenty years younger. “It’s a mistake … shouldn’t have happened etc.” I shift to move from the confined space he’s allotted me, but he blocks my retreat.
“I didn’t intend to kiss you.”
I nod. “Got it.” My eyes sting, but I have no intention of giving into disappointment.
“But now that I have…” His gaze zeros in on my mouth. “I regret nothing.” He tilts my chin until I’m staring into eyes that have explored the world. Wisdom and experience swim in their depths, reaching out to me like a safety-net. He embodies structure and order, where my life is struggle and chaos.
“Nathan…” My throat is dry.
His jaw tightens before his hand drops away from my face. “Our kiss has nothing to do with why I’m here or our business.”
I frown as he closes the door and walks deeper into my living room, flipping on the lights. “What business?”
“Our — your costume design business.”
