And her hungry kisses back tell me she’s just as needy.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I don’t know if I’m helping my cause or hurting it. When this kiss ends will she realize what she’s done? Will she go back to hating me? Or will this kiss force her heart open wider?
I can’t think about any of that now. All I can think is more, more, more.
I can’t fuck her like I want. I can’t touch her without scaring her off. So I do the only thing I can. I fuck her with my tongue.
And I watch her body open for me. Her lips spread wider. Her eyes glaze over from the heat of the kiss. Her tongue pulls me in deeper. Her nipples pebble beneath the fabric of her shirt. Her legs inch apart. Everything about her tells me she wants this. She wants me.
But it’s not enough for her body to tell me. Not anymore. Not after what happened.
She has to tell me she wants more. I need to hear the words leave her throat. And more than anything, I need her to tell me she loves me again.
But from the rough purrs leaving her throat, I know she’s incapable of speaking right now. So I’ll have to settle for the most incredible fucking kiss. One that’s going to leave my cock hard for days and my balls blue wishing for a release.
I won’t give in to my desires. I’ll wait forever for her. I won’t even get myself off. That will be my punishment. But even if I tried to jerk off, it wouldn’t matter. My cock would realize it’s not her hand touching it.
My cock only hardens for her.
I can feel her kisses slow, and I know her brain is operating again, telling her how bad of an idea this all is.
I try to hold onto this moment and spread it longer. My tongue swirls in her mouth, pulling another delicious moan from deep in her core.
Don’t stop, baby. Not yet, I’m not ready to let you go again.
But it does end.
I close my eyes just before it does, to hold the memory of the kiss deep in the vault of my mind. It’s one of the memories I never want to forget.
“I’m sorry,” she says, ducking under my arm and running out the door.
My instinct is to chase her, but I know I can’t. She deserves the freedom to choose. I’ve already chosen her, but she hasn’t chosen me back. And I’ll wait forever until she does.
10
KAI
THE KISS WAS WRONG, and oh so good.
It’s been weeks since I’ve felt anything between my legs. I haven’t had the desire to even touch myself. I haven’t felt turned on since before the incident with Milo. I can’t even bring myself to think the words to describe what he did. I won’t let him have that power over me.
But one kiss from Enzo and everything returned. I’m a horn-dog. I want sex. I want my nipples squeezed, my clit teased, my pussy filled. I want Enzo.
I can’t have him.
He’ll hurt me.
He’ll put the baby’s life in danger.
We can’t be together.
But my pussy disagrees. She doesn’t see any reason why we can’t fool around with a man who knows all the buttons to press on my body to get me off.
If it were just sex, then maybe I’d do it. But unfortunately, my heart is still hooked up to my pussy. And once Enzo gets his hands on me, my heart will fall—fast, and fully for a man who is dangerous to me.
The one kiss is all I get.