Betrayed by Truths (Truth or Lies 2)

I cock my head.

And then she jerks my hands toward her as our bodies collide and our lips crash together.

This kiss isn’t clumsy or innocent. Not like the kisses I stole from her when we were teenagers. This kiss clutches at my heart begging me to finally feel something for this woman beyond regret, pain, and anger.

Her tongue parts my lips, and I know I won’t be able to stop, not now that I’ve had her.

I grab her hips forcefully with a promise never to let her go. Her arms wrap around my neck as I take over the kiss, strengthening it with my own fire. My tongue pushes deep inside her mouth begging her to open wider for me. To let me in. To take this further.

She moans against my lips. Welcoming me in through her shields of ice. I’ve never felt such a strong desire for a woman before.

“Jesus, Kai.”

She runs her tongue over her bottom lip before I pull it back into my mouth. Sucking, tasting, enjoying. I explore every inch of her mouth as my self-control evaporates.

My hands need to be everywhere. And I let them roam her body without thinking.

Down her back in the backless dress.

Over the lace fabric covering her glorious ass.

Up her sharp hips, to her tiny waist—to her cleavage.

I don’t think.

I squeeze her breasts. God, I’ve wanted to feel her body again for weeks now. And hearing the tiny whimpers in her throat as I massage her breasts drive me wild.

I sweep her long hair off her neck and kiss her exposed skin that’s like ice to my lips. I love how our differences in temperature only heighten the experience. I forgot how incredible it feels. Like tiny explosions firing every time I touch her.

I grab the hem of her dress hiking it up her body as I feel every part of her thigh. The rough scars ripple under my fingers where smooth skin should be.

Fuck.

What am I doing?

I have to stop.

But I don’t.

It’s like she’s possessing me. It would take a nuclear explosion to stop me, and even then, I’m not sure I would stop until I was dead.

This is what makes Kai dangerous to me. This control she has. I’ve always prided myself on my self-control, but with Kai, it’s different. She’s different than all of the rest of the girls I’ve been with. She could consume me whole if I let her.

Stop.

My hand slides higher to her ass. Jesus, she’s not wearing any underwear.

Stop.

I open my eyes, hoping a pained expression on her face will persuade me to release her before things go too far and I make the hatred she feels for me permanent. Not that that would necessarily be a bad thing. Her hating me might make protecting her easier.

When I open my eyes though, I don’t see pain on her face. Nor terror, anxiety, or fear.

Kai’s lost in the moment, sucking it all up, and begging for more with her lips as her body presses deeper into me.

Beautiful.

There is no reason to stop—she wants this.