Poison's Kiss (Deadly Beauties 2)

"I'm sorry. I suppose I never thought about it hurting you because it's nothing special to me to kiss someone. It's kissing someone special that changes everything. I never thought it a betrayal because you're the only girl who has ever made me feel that draw, that need, and that sort of desire that fuels something deeper."

It's probably because of the intense night that I lose myself to weakness, but I need to feel his touch right now. I throw my arms around his neck, but he remains still. I start kissing him only to feel his body rigid.

"Alyssa, I promised I wouldn't touch you," he says with a small smile.

"Break your promise," I murmur against his lips, and his hands become as needy as mine when he jerks me on top of his body.

His lips taste so perfect on mine. His tongue quickly finds the part between my lips, and his arms grip me to him like he'll never let me go again. My legs slide higher around his waist as the gown rises, and he pulls me to him that much more passionately.

"This doesn't change anything," I mutter through the kiss. "We're not back together."

He smiles behind the kiss and flips me to be on my back in one swift motion. He slides his body between my legs as his lips start trailing down my neck to my chest.

"This changes everything. You just don't want to fall for me."

I already did fall for him, and it hurt when I was crushed for being so foolish. Right now I don't care about that though. There's an aching in my core that needs to be sated, and Gage is here. There are only two men I trust with my body, and Kane hurt me worse than Gage.

"Are you sure about this?" Gage asks as he halts his kissing descent.

"Are you sure you want to ask me that?"

He laughs lightly, drawing my gown up higher as my fingers run through his hair. I stare into his blue eyes, uncertain about my true intentions here.

"That was quite a flip. You went from telling me to leave you alone to-"

"Then stop. We don't have to do this."

He frowns but then presses his lips to my lower abdomen as his breath heats my skin.

"We don't have to do this?" he asks while kissing lower, just above my most intimate area.

My breath hitches, my body stiffens, and then I shake my head. "No."

His lips go lower, grazing my sex before kissing the highest point of my inner thigh.

"Or this?"

"No," I shakily release, my hands tangling in his hair.

I feel his smile against my inner thigh and then he finally pushes his scandalous lips against that spot of my body he commands too well.

"Or this?"

My back arches as his daring tongue begins to own me, claiming me its victim. My hands tangle tighter in his hair as I feel the glorious expert going to work. The bar in his tongue becomes a tool of ecstasy as he continues to twist and turn it in all the right ways. My grip on his hair tightens with one hand while my other clutches the sheet beneath me.

Instead of answering his rhetorical question, I moan softly, making his pace quicken as he grips my hips to steady my convulsing reaction. He swirls his tongue in a way that forces my head to pop up and then flop back down. My whole body reacts to his touch, silently screaming out in erotic pleasure.

My legs slide up, but he keeps my hips pinned beneath his hold, forcing me to revel in his divine touch. I lose my grip on his hair when I use both to grip the sheet beneath me, hearing the fabric tear in my grasp.

It fuels his rhythm, his possessive touch only burning more as I become his for the moment. Powerless to move, I'm forced to endure the ecstasy to the point it almost hurts in the best possible way.

I cry out when it becomes too much, and then his wet kisses stroll back up, finding my breasts and teasing them lightly before he comes to rest his bare body against mine. I'm not sure when his pants came off, but I'm glad they're gone.

I reach for the part of him I want to feel the most, but he pulls back, a devilish smile quirking up. I reach again, this time connecting, and his eyes shut as he moans lightly, enjoying my touch as I slide my hand up and down.

His lips find mine as my amateur skills go to work. That glorious tongue explores my mouth the way it did my lower half, and then he jerks my hand away before surging into me with a powerful thrust.

A pathetic cry hoarsely escapes through my lips from the suddenness of his attack, and he thrusts in harder in response.