Lying and Kissing(25)

His fingers knitted with mine, holding my arms out from my body.

The kiss was as urgent as that need I’d seen inside him, a release of something that must have been building up all day. His lips brushed mine and I just had time to take a shuddering breath. I could feel his need to own me, to possess me utterly. His tongue toyed with the chink between my lips. He didn’t want to force his way in; he wanted me to open up to him.

I opened.

His kiss was like a drug entering my body, one made entirely of blackness and heat and sin. I felt my insides turn to liquid, my legs at last relaxing and slumping either side of his, no longer caring who saw. My hands squeezed his and he squeezed back. His tongue thrust deep, exploring me, filling me, and I saw stars. I drew in air through my nose but it didn’t do anything to cool me or clear my head. I was sinking into him, becoming one with him, my ass grinding unconsciously against his cock through his jeans.#p#分页标题#e#

I felt as if some part of me that had never been connected before had just been hooked up to a live wire.

He broke the kiss, then kissed me again, open-mouthed and panting. His leg lifted more, tipping me, and I slid back until my whole back was pressed against his chest. I could feel my skirt sliding higher, pulled by his raised knee. I could feel air on the tops of my hold-ups, on my bare thighs. How much is on display?! But I was past caring.

The kiss went on and on, dark heat soaking down from my lips to my core...and I drank it down hungrily. Because on the way through me, the heat was awakening something, coaxing it from a three year slumber. Not my lust. Not even my closed-off heart. Something deeper and more vital than that. It felt as if he was waking up me.

He finally lifted his lips and it was like something had been ripped from me. I actually tried to pull him back towards me. He was staring down at me with an expression that I guessed matched my own.

Total. Loss. Of control.

But then he shook his head minutely and glanced towards the dance floor.

I sort of shook myself and returned to reality. I was still nestled in his lap, much tighter against him than I had been before. I flushed as I realized I was basically sitting on his groin, legs spread languidly either side of him, my dress up around my hips.

I let out a strangled groan and shoved the hem down as fast as I could, jerking it awkwardly out from between our bodies. I heard him give a low chuckle and the sound of it made me shudder in a way that was worryingly pleasant.

Get it together! This is not a guy you can lose control with! But I already had. Would again, as soon as he touched me. The vodka had made me merely tipsy, but I was drunk on Luka Malakov, utterly wasted. Right now, I’ll do anything he wants me to.

“Let’s dance,” he said in my ear, pushing me up to standing. I didn’t really have a choice, even if I’d been lucid enough to protest, because he almost lifted me to my feet. As we walked towards the dance floor, I wondered why he’d interrupted the kiss to go do something as tame as dance. Did he want to slow things down? That didn’t seem like his way at all.

Then we were in among the press of bodies. He stopped us in the shallows of the crowd, where bodies ground and twisted against each other. Where dancing was just an excuse.

Oh.

He swung around in front of me and suddenly I was up against him, as close as we had been in New York. Then, I hadn’t been able to move back; now, I didn’t want to. He was so damn big, up close, his chest like a solid wall. I laid my hands on his shoulders and pushed back to give me time to think but, as soon as I lost the warmth of him blazing through his shirt, I couldn’t think at all. I pressed myself close again. I needed that contact with him like I needed to breathe.

I looked up at him, lost..., and immediately lost myself even more when I saw the hunger in his eyes. There was an edge of anger to it...as if he resented wanting me so much.

As if he’d make me pay, for making him want me. But I’m not doing anything!

We began to dance.





I didn’t dance—ever. The few times I’d actually been to clubs, back in college, I’d been too self-conscious. I’d done everything possible to stay off the dance floor while trying to look as if I was having a good time. Now, though, as his arm captured my waist and snugged me tight against him, I was beyond caring what other people thought.

I forgot about my body, my nerves, even the people around me. The only thing that existed in the world were his eyes, gazing down into mine. I could feel the deep bass throb of the music pounding through my bones, lifting me like a wave, and I started to unconsciously move to it. He followed my movements, our bodies joined from thigh to neck, until I wasn’t sure if I was moving him or he was moving me.#p#分页标题#e#