I want to ask if she's sure about that, but I can't wait a second longer, so I pull her gently by the chin and press my lips to hers.
Chapter Eleven
Michelle
I close my eyes the second he presses his lips to mine. I can't believe it's happening for real. Christopher Cold is kissing me, slowly, as if savoring the taste, holding the back of my neck with one hand while the other travels from my hand to my waist. He tastes like red wine mixed with spice and honey, and I lean closer to him, wanting to taste even more.
I’ve imagined kissing Christopher Cold so many times, and it's entirely the opposite of what I thought it would be. I thought we'd have a fight and then angrily run into each other like two hungry animals, hating each other but willing to have sex to satisfy the need. But what we have now is better, so much better.
Our kiss is gentle and soft; our tongues explore each other in a slow dance. I place my hands on his face to increase the speed, to show him how much I want this kiss. The jolt of heat hits my center and spreads all over my body, begging for more. When he presses his palm to my lower back to pull me even closer, I moan involuntarily in response.
He pulls away. "We're in the middle of the restaurant," he whispers, pressing his forehead to mine.
"Since when do you care?" I whisper back. I completely forgot there were other people, but the wine and desire to continue kissing this man exceeds the shame of what someone might think of me.
"I don't, but you do, and you'll blame me tomorrow for not stopping you." He smiles, and I laugh, unable to believe how well he knows me.
"You're right; we should go." I pull away, unable to believe I said it. For the first time in my life, I don't want to argue with him. Maybe it's because I want something else from him, and I can't wait any longer.
Christopher pays the bill, and we leave quickly and arrange ourselves on the back seat of the SUV he rented.
"Are you cold? I shouldn't let you wear that thin coat," he says the second the car starts moving.
Yes, it's cold outside, but I feel nothing but heat spreading across my body.
"You shouldn'tletme?" I ask with surprise, squinting my eyes. He’s playing with fire. "Have we met?"
He laughs. "Come here."
Christopher pulls me closer, and I let him, melting in his arms as he presses his mouth to mine again.
"We're not alone in here," I whisper between kisses, hinting that the driver may see us in the mirror.
"I'm sure he’s seen people kissing before," he jokes and grabs my neck, pulling me harder, while his other hand shoves under my coat.
His warm hands brush against the thin fabric, stroking my body from my waist and going higher, reaching my breasts and puckered nipples. And they are like that not with the cold, butfromCold.
I place my hands on his chest, palming his abs with my fingers. Even through the cotton of his shirt, I can feel his stiff muscles, and my legs scissor.
"Christopher," I moan when he finds my nipple and squeezes it between his fingers.
I want to jump on top of him right now and let him enter me like this: bare, in the middle of the ride. I'm not sure I have enough self-control to wait until we reach our hotel.
His hand travels lower, to my hip and then to my ankle as he pulls up the fabric to shove his hand under the dress.
I want to stop him, to tell him that it's inappropriate to behave like this in front of the driver. But the desire to feel his hands on my center is so much more intense than the voice of my conscience in my head. Luckily, the music in the car covers our moans.
Christopher's fingers move slowly, torturously slowly, to the spot where I want them the most. At first, he reaches my inner thigh and then spreads my legs wider to have better access. He doesn't leave my lips for a moment as he strokes me with his fingers.
When he reaches my center, he whispers in surprise, "You're bare."
I smile at him. My lace panties were visible under the dress; that's why I decided not to wear any.
"I can't believe you sat there like this all the time that we were eating," he continues, his eyes glittering with desire.
"I also have no bra on, if you haven't noticed," I add and playfully bite his lower lip, encouraging him to continue.
"Oh, I noticed," he assures me and immediately enters my mouth with his tongue.