Chapter 32
Famke was surprised by the question. Nobody had ever asked her if they could kiss her before. Any man she’d ever dated, not that there had been heaps of them, had simply put their lips to hers and went for it. He started to step back, and she realized he was taking her silence as a rejection.
“Yes,” she blurted it out. “Yes. I want you to kiss me.”
The smile spreading on his face lit up the kitchen and he leaned in and gently touched his lips to hers.
Famke considered she was having one of those end-of-life movie reels playing in her head moments, where every single thing she’d ever done was rolling through her mind. Except in this case, it was every cheesy romantic comedy movie she watched rotating through her mind. Every first kiss between female and male leads were flickering in her mind and nothing close to what she was feeling right now.
The moment his lips touched hers, she felt she was on fire. Her skin itched to be closer to him with none of the barriers of their clothing between them. She was hot and flushed as he groaned against her mouth and she wound her arms around his middle, snaking her fingers up his spine and clutching his shoulders from behind. It was then she realized he’d lifted her right off the floor, settling her on the counter while his tongue probed and prodded her mouth.
The sweetness of the red wine, the hint of pizza and a whole lot of hunger was all she could taste as her legs parted and he stepped closer to her. Her body trembled as his lips slipped back and forth across hers, their noses brushing with every twist and turn of his head. The little groans he made as he kissed her were
inciting the inferno of need pulsing through her.
His hand slipped under the t-shirt she had on and cupped her bra, his finger and thumb rubbing her nipple over the thin lace fabric. She shuddered at his touch and his response to her shaking was to encourage it by nipping her lip gently before moving even closer to her. She wasn’t sure how much closer her could get but her legs wrapped tight around his body.
The fly of his jeans rubbed against the seam of hers and she whimpered as she edged off the counter trying to get closer to him. Combustion. Spontaneous combustion. This had to be what it felt like to burn from the inside out. She wanted to crawl into his skin after her used her whatever way he saw fit. Her nails dug into the flesh of his back through the cotton of his shirt as she greedily tried to get closer to him. His response was to pinch her nipple and she moaned in his mouth.
It went on for what felt like hours but not even near long enough. He was an elixir she was sure she would crave until the end of time. A magic potion of lust and carnage she would play on repeat in her brain.
He broke the kiss, leaving her gasping but he wasn’t done yet. He leaned her head sideways and trailed kisses along her jaw before moving to her neck, in search of the spot which would make her whimper like a needy brat. It didn’t take long, and she was a wreck in his arms, desperately wanting more.
Her eyes were closed as he nipped, nuzzled, and sucked her flesh and she boldly tugged his shirt from his jeans and touched the hard rigid musculature of his strong back. Goosebumps rose on his skin, and she
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reveled in the fact it was her causing such a reaction in him. She felt like a goddess controlling a god as she trailed her fingers along his spine and his body’s reaction to it was an extraordinarily strong twitch at his crotch against hers. She leaned back at the waist to grind against him.
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“Famke,” he moaned against her neck as he gasped for breath, “I’m about to pop my jeans open and have you right here on the counter. There is a child and a teenager in this house. Either we stop completely, or we take it upstairs to my room but holy fuck I don’t want to stop.”
Common sense filtered through her brain like icy water on a smouldering fire and she pulled back from him panting. “What the hell? I’ve never lost control like this. What just happened?”
