her skin. Their gazes held in a hot distracting lock that she didn’t want to break. He finally cupped her cheek so lightly she almost swore he wasn’t touching her. Her breaths pounded hard in her ears. Shivers raced down her back. She swallowed back the tiny whimpers trying to escape her throat.
“Did you know...” he whispered, his head lowering with every breath she took. “That your eyes are the color of smooth milk chocolate and as bright as a thousand stars?”
She’d never been told that. Ever. She had brown eyes. Men had told her they were pretty but nobody had compared it to something as decadent as chocolate. No one had said they were bright like stars. He said the words so quietly she thought he was talking to himself.
“And your smile,” he continued. “Is more beautiful than any blooming flower come spring.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. It was then that he finally slanted his lips over hers. The slow burn in her blood flared into an intense inferno. He swiped his tongue over her lips first. Tasting. Proving. Almost asking for permission before moving in on her. She didn’t wait. She met his tongue with her own and rubbed hers over his in a bold stroke. A loud rumble vibrated from his chest. Then he pushed her harder against the wall, deepening the kiss.
It was intoxicating. Fire and desire turned her insides into a ticking bomb of arousal. She whimpered , her nipples growing tight with need. She ached for relief. Flames of passion licked at her veins, warming her core, adding to the intense feeling of urgency inside her. Her panties went damp from how slick her pussy had gotten. She slid her hands around his waist and raked her nails over his back. The material of his shirt kept her from the warm skin she knew lay beneath.
The heat of his body engulfed her. She became giddy with the idea of getting him naked. Naked sounded good. Shit, that sounded real good to her. If he continued to flick his tongue over her and curl it around hers like some kind of mating ritual she might end up coming on the spot. From a kiss.
Oxygen pounded its way into her lungs and still she felt breathless. Her mind ceased to think of anything but sex. All rational thought had been discarded. Pure instinct drove her. This bear had been the first she’d clicked with on so many levels she stopped counting. Being with him felt right. Like the most natural thing to do.
She ran her hands down to his waist, came around the front of his jeans and slid to grasp his erection over the denim.
A new, deeper rumble sounded from Ky. She was about to fumble with his belt when all of a sudden he broke their kiss. Nooooo!
“Nita...” he moaned her name.
It was empowering to see him breathing hard and knowing he was just as ready to forget everything as she was. He wanted her too. Mrs. Wilder had clearly made the perfect match with them when it came to chemistry. It was explosive. Her lust-muddled brain wanted sex now.
“I should go,” he said, the words had the effect of a bucket of ice water. What was she doing? This poor guy had been hurt. Bear shifter or not, she shouldn’t be throwing herse lf at him like he was the last chicken wing and she hadn’t had dinner.
“I—”
“Don’t.” He placed a warm, calloused finger over her lips. “This is more than sex.”
She gulped. Hell yeah. She already knew they weren’t going to have every day type of sex. This was going toward the ‘I’m gonna fuck you stupid sex’. The hunger in his eyes was there for her to see. His cock was still rubbing over her belly like he wanted to find his way inside her. She’d gladly show him if need be, but he’d stopped. She should be ecstatic that a man had finally taken it upon himself to look at her as more than a piece of ass. Then why wasn’t she? Sexual frustration to the power of almost a year without sex.
“Good night, beautiful Nita ,” Ky said and took the step separating them from the darkness of
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