I kissed her. I damn sure did. I pressed my hungry mouth against those full lips, and I relished in her taste for as long as I could. I expected her to push me away, slap my face, knee me in the testicles, or run for dear life.
She didn’t. Instead, she sucked my tongue in with a sigh.
And when she did, I knew I had her.
Chapter 7
The Frog Prince
Carmen
Once his lips met mine, I drowned in him with no power to reach my hands out of the water and grasp for land.
Oh, I should stop. I should...
Groaning, he cupped the back of my head and massaged my tongue with his, sending me further down into his waters. My skin cooled while my shoulders relaxed. Passion rippled around me. I moved in waves of desire that kept sweeping my body away from land. Energy prickled across my skin. The sounds of our lips smacking filled the air. Needing more, I leaned all the way into the wall as he moved in closer, pressing his hard body against mine.
This was wrong. I knew it, I guessed that he’d kiss me as he’d moved into me closer. But, I couldn’t stop him. Sometimes wicked moments provided the most erotic settings. My whole body came alive—my heart pumped faster, and throbbing sensations woke up in search of how to get stronger.
Hunger lathered his words. “Oh, Carmen, I want you.”
And I knew he meant it. I had seen the evidence of his desire for me earlier this morning. That image of him wielding that meaty sword.
I want you too.
I would’ve been a fool to not admit it. I couldn’t say it out loud, not yet. I should’ve even stopped the kissing, but I didn’t.
His kiss and hold on me was too much. My legs wobbled. He had to clasp his hands onto my waist to hold me up. And he consumed me some more. The smacking sounds of our lips continued to rise in the hallway. Next came both of our tiny moans. Neither could hide the sounds. My mouth enjoyed him too much.
“I want you.” He shifted his mouth’s attention to my neck, tasting my skin and driving me over to his side. “I’ll have you anyway you let me.”
I don’t know.
This couldn’t go on. I held no allegiance to Nick anymore, but the very idea of dating my ex’s son didn’t sit right with me. Just because Nick didn’t have morals didn’t mean I needed to lose mine.
“Please,” Adrian whispered. “Just give me a chance to show you.”
I could barely connect with any of his words while his hands explored my body. God, he was a greedy little kid at the candy shop. He touched me as if he was unsure if he would ever get another chance. His movements were desperate and lust-filled. I felt like a queen on a pedestal, and he admired me—nipping my skin just right, whispering how beautiful I was, and swallowing me whole with the scent and feel of him.
“Marry me,” he mumbled.
I pulled back and froze. “What?”
He blushed. “Uh…”
“What did you say?”
“Uh…”
I climbed out of his arms and put space between us. “Did you say, ‘marry me’?”
“No. Well, yes, but...clearly I was caught up in the moment.”
I stepped back. “Okay.”
He stared at my lips and then rubbed his mouth as if remembering how mine felt against his. “You taste as good as I dreamed.”
I edged back again. “But...we shouldn’t do that again.”
He quirked his eyebrows. “No?”
“No.”
“Why not? You’re done with Dad.”
“It would be weird.”
“The best things in life are weird.”
“What? That’s not true.”
“It is.”
“Name something that is weird that is the best thing in life,” I said.
“Love.” He smiled. “Love is probably the weirdest thing of all. I haven’t been in many real relationships, but if there’s one thing I know, love is insane. None of my friends love the same. No one I know has the same sort of relationship. Behind closed doors, a couple’s love is barely similar to another’s. And everyone that I know is absolutely crazy when they’re in love.”
“It doesn’t matter. This is weird.”
“Love is weird.”
“You’ve already explained that.”
“I want to kiss you again.”
“No. We can’t. I have to pack.”
“Philosophers believe that kissing can wake up feelings. This could be the best way to move on, by awakening something deeper inside of you.”
“I’m fine on the inside.”
“I disagree.”
“Are you saying I’m broken?”
“I’m saying that there might be a few cracks in your heart that you hoped Dad could fill and heal. He can’t heal you. However, I can.”
“I’m fine.”
“Well.” He shrugged. “Of course you are. I just kissed you, but—”
“This is not a philosophical debate.” I walked off. “We can’t do that again.”
“Let’s just take this slow.” He trailed behind me.
I laughed. “Slow? You’re Nick’s son. I won’t hook up with my ex’s kid.”