And then, suddenly, I was kissing her.
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Amy
I ALWAYS THOUGHT I knew how he’d kiss me. You looked at Dominic Corrigan and you knew how a man like that kissed: with those lips and that attitude, he’d kiss you and he’d own you. It would be brutal and hot, open-mouthed and panting, a kiss that melted your whole body.
But the first kiss wasn’t like that at all. It took me right back to my teenage days. Not to a kiss I’d ever actually had, but to the kiss I’d always dreamed of. That lift-you-up, heart-fluttering kiss that literally takes your breath away because it’s so sudden and impulsive, that kiss that makes you stagger, makes you reel, makes you swoon. He didn’t kiss me to own me, or dominate me, or show me how hard he wanted to fuck me. He kissed me because he couldn’t not kiss me.
He kissed me because he loved me.
Hard lips crushing down on mine, a mingled gasp of wonder, shock and need from both of us. Then twisting and moving, every tiny touch of his lips against mine sending a surge of energy through me, my heart racing, my face going hot under his palms.
“Wow,” I croaked as he pulled back to look at me.
“Yeah,” he said. Emotion made the Irish thick in his voice. “Well, it was a long time coming.”
The kiss had taken us both by surprise but it had broken the dam. He stared down at me. I stared up at him—
We fell on each other, him lunging down and me surging up from the seat to meet halfway, chests pressed together and arms tangled around each other. This time, the kiss was urgent and deep, drinking each other in. I was gasping, inhaling the raw spirit of Dominic Corrigan and he was panting down the essence of me. My hands were in his hair, fingers sliding through the thick black locks, luxuriating in them. Then they fell to his shoulders, palms circling on the heavy muscles: God, he was like a wall against me, so big, so solid: I wanted to cling to him, hang off him.
We twisted around each other like eels, unable to keep still. His hands went wild on my back, crushing me to him, exploring the shape of me through my scrub top. Then they found my rump through my snow-soaked panties and squeezed hard. I yelped and wriggled, a bolt of heat twisting through me, and he growled and started stroking my thighs and hips. I let out a strangled groan and kissed him even harder, unable to let go of his lips for more than a second.
The kiss was changing again, turning wild and sexual, turning Corrigan. He sought me out and demanded that I open, and I did... but I did more. I couldn’t be passive, not with this man. I couldn’t just be kissed. His kiss was like a drug that set me free: my hands grabbed at his shoulders, his back, his ass as my tongue met his.
The heat thrummed through me, pounding in my ears, blocking out all thought. I felt him grab the clip that held my hair up and pull it free, none too gently, and I didn’t care. He kissed down my throat and his stubble burned my cheek and I didn’t care about that, either. We were beyond politeness. We needed each other.
His fingers dug into the cheeks of my ass and his thumbs pressed into the creases at the tops of my thighs. I was captured, held fast for his kiss. His thumbs circled in those sensitive spots and I started to gasp and thrash, my panting lips stroking his.
Then he pushed my scrub top up to bunch under my arms. I had my eyes closed but I could feel the sudden warmth of his chest through only one flimsy layer of cloth. Then the seat either side of my head squished as he pushed himself up on his forearms and I knew he was looking at me. Our breathing filled the car: my tight, quick pants; his much bigger, deeper breaths as his eyes roamed over me. He suddenly scooped his hands under me, unclipped my black bra and pushed it up out of the way. I lay there, my skin warming under his gaze, my nipples tightening into aching peaks.
He fell on me, those big hands wrapping around my waist to pin me there as his mouth opened wide to engulf one breast. I clutched at his arms, his muscles rock hard under my fingers, as his tongue circled and lashed, pleasure twisting and spiraling outwards to fill me. Maybe scared of crushing me, he suddenly pulled me on top of him, lying back on the seat with me straddling him. He pulled my upper body down to meet his mouth, his hands stroking and squeezing my breasts as his tongue licked at them.