Singing For His Kiss

4. Excerpt

Excerpt

Her eyes refused to leave his face, and every cell in her body attuned to him. The insane level, the part of her that needed anything he would give her, touch, words, attention – desire - held her in place.

“Why?” Her question was asked on a breath. A sigh.

“Because I…”

His fingers slipped to her nape, entwined through her hair, and cupped her head. His gaze roamed her face, then to her mouth. Her lips fell open, anticipating. Imagining him kissing her wasn’t enough anymore.

“Because I…”

She stepped towards him. His shirt brushed her T-shirt, slid over her breasts. His fingers firmed at the back of her head. His other hand caught her waist. He held her firmly, but so gently. He dipped his head, stopped, his eyes dragged from her mouth to her eyes.

“I want to kiss you, Elizabeth.”

He’d made it clear. This was her decision. Physically, she didn’t have to consider. Her whole body was attuned to him. She couldn’t deny that any longer. She couldn’t think of a damn reason why she shouldn’t kiss him at the moment. In answer, she laid her hands over his forearms and tilted her face.

He dipped his head, moulding his mouth to hers for the longest moment. A sigh swept through her. She pressed more against him, closed her fingers around his biceps. He held her close, solid, firm, warm, tender. She was so safe in his arms. He’d catch her if she fell. A part of her surrendered a little more.

Her body melted against his, a perfect fit, his body heat searing through her clothes. Her breasts crushed against his hard chest. His fingers splayed over the back of her head, toying with the long strands of her hair.

He changed the tilt of his head, l*****g between her lips. She opened her mouth, inviting him in, giving way to the helpless desire that compelled her to kiss him. His tongue swept inside her mouth in one long, commanding glide. The taste of him made her giddy, the feel of his soft lips pressing against hers overwhelming.

A gentle sigh escaped her mouth. This felt so good. It was a kiss that went right through her. She breathed him in. Spice and male. Her heart rate escalated, making her blood fly through her veins.

The kiss deepened. He manipulated his mouth, sucking, pressing, urging. She returned his movements, letting his tongue and lips slip on her mouth, inside her mouth, silken and hot, enjoying the sensual way he explored with slow sweeps of his tongue.

Her n*****s puckered. Her abdomen tightened as delicious languid swirls caressed her insides. She wanted to press herself that much more against him. She moved her hands to his shoulders, her fingertips brushing the skin where the collar of his shirt finished. So hot. His lips were magic, tongue exquisite, wrapped all together, the kiss undefinable.

He kissed the corner of her mouth, his lips sweeping heated wetness to her jaw. His hand held her as she tipped her head back. His tongue swirled over the sensitive skin beneath her jaw before he nuzzled her earlobe. He took it between his lips, playing with his tongue. A deep shudder rode her body.

She thought that this kiss would relieve her. That having one taste, one kiss would cure her from wanting more. How wrong she was.

One kiss could never be enough.