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And now suddenly I wanted to see what losing control looked like.
He kissed me again, more gently now. The sudden rush of fervour gone. Just a little nibble along my bottom lip. But the ember burning deep in my stomach ignited in a fury of flames and a sudden explosion of heat wracked my core. The groan fell from my lips before I’d even known there was one to stop and I pushed my hands fully under his t-shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin and the resistance of muscle underneath.
There was a growl, a rich vibration against my mouth and he stepped in further, pushing himself against me, the edge of the sink biting into my back. But I didn’t care. Didn’t care that I barely knew the man devouring me in my kitchen, a new sensation building between my legs. I could feel the bulge of him against me now. Pushed into my leg, as his lips pulled down my neck, the stubble of his chin scratching and his lips soothing, red-hot tingles pulsing down my skin with every tiny movement.
And then he stopped, his lips poised against my throat, the tip of his tongue just there on my skin but not moving. And between my legs I pulsed, hot and heavy. Then he peeled away from my neck, his lips dragging against mine momentarily, as I waited, my mouth poised open, waiting for him. He didn’t kiss me again, instead holding my head to his, his forehead pushed to mine, his breaths coming in heavy gasps.
Chapter Fourteen
I stopped then, as suddenly as I started, pulling myself from where my lips wanted to suck on the gentle skin of her neck until she sank to her knees. Gripping her head, desperately trying to regain control, I rested my forehead against hers. Her fingernails scratched at my stomach, sending a burning, furious need straight to my dick that was jammed painfully against my leather bike trousers. And suddenly her fingers relaxed, unsure of what to do next, her breathing coming in sharp bursts like she’d been running a race. I wanted to trail over the softness of her throat, to where her pulse thumped against her skin andback to those pink lips that were swollen from where I’d pulled and plucked and sucked. I wanted to devour her, needed to devour her. But I was scared to hurt her, and worried I’d scare her.
So instead, I stopped, ignoring the fire licking at my belly, the tension in my balls, and the need to spin her around and fuck her against the sink. And my stomach still sparked, just like it had the first time I’d set eyes on her mere weeks ago.
I stepped back slightly, gazing into her eyes. Darkened eyes, like the Mediterranean during a storm. My thumb felt over her cheek, still cupping her head, strands of apricot brushing the backs of my hands. I it trailed across her tight skin, tracing a line over her freckles like I was joining the dots. She gazed back at me, the storm in her eyes showing no sign of settling, and my thumb brushed over her lips, pushing down over the flesh of the bottom. She moved her mouth, raking her teeth over the tip of my thumb, grazing the skin until there was a tiny prick of pain. Delicious pain. And now I had to think about something else. About anything else, to stop me picking up from where I left off.
Emmie’s breath had barely slowed, still inconsistent, ragged. I knew what I was doing to her right now. And I knew where I could take this to. Where I wanted to take it to. But I wouldn’t do that. Instead, I stood enjoying the electric charge between our bodies. I closed my eyes again, dropping my forehead back to hers, listening to her breathe, waiting for the ability to regain control.
And eventually stepping back, I put some space between us, before the control I had just regained left me again.
“What’s wrong?” Emmie asked, her voice weak, uncertain.
“I’m sorry, Emmie.”
She just stared, not understanding. Fuck. I know how it looked. I wasn’t trying to be an arse, in fact, that was exactly what I was trying to avoid.
“I didn’t mean to be so forward. I didn’t mean to take advantage of you. I’m so much older…”
“I’m an adult, Indie. Not a kid. I know you’re older than me. Is that what bothers you?”
“No. Yes. Well, sort of.”
She stood watching me, her arms cradled around herself.
“I don’t mind,” she whispered, her eyes dropping to her feet.
“Don’t mind?”
“Your age, Indie. An age gap doesn’t bother me.”
But maybe it bothered me. That I might take advantage of her inexperience.
“Does it worry you?” she asked again, her eyes tracking up my body, pausing a moment at my groin, where my hard-on still fought against the tight leather. And now I could see the hurt on her face.
I stepped back towards her, not missing the sudden flinch that she tried to hide. Cupping her face again, I tilted her head up, forcing her eyes to meet mine. Because I needed to see the reaction when I told her my age. When I made her realise how much older I was than her. And how we shouldn’t be doing this, even though it was all I had thought about since the moment I had met her.
“Emmie, I’m forty-eight.”
Her eyes didn’t flicker. Not once.
“And I’m twenty-nine, Indie. I’m not a kid.”
“That’s a nineteen-year age-gap, Spuggy.”
She shrugged; her eyes still fixed on mine. Her beautiful lips were still pink where I’d ravished her mouth, pulling the blood to the surface.
“That means nothing to me.”
“Why?”