Don't Need You - Lilian Monroe Page 0,47
my soul. The husk of me that Angelo carved out and tossed aside starts to fill up with life and feeling and warmth.
Kit pulls my face close to his, cupping my cheek as he exhales. “You’re perfect, Serena.”
“I’m not. No one’s perfect.”
“You’re perfectly imperfect, then.”
I smile, touching my nose to his. My heart is expanding in my chest as Kit’s heat sinks down to my marrow. When he sweeps his hand over my cheek and brushes his lips over mine, I shiver.
I’ve been waiting for this moment. Needing to feel his lips. Craving his touch.
Now that it’s here, my body is wound so tight I don’t know what will happen when he really kisses me. Pulling away, Kit stares into my eyes. We look at each other, our bodies thumping and clenching and burning for each other, and I know this moment means something.
Then, his hand slides to the nape of my neck and he finally pulls me in for a kiss. Kit’s mouth crushes against mine and I part my lips to taste him. Feel him. Inhale him.
With a groan, he slides his tongue into my mouth and tastes me, his cock throbbing against my center as his arms wrap around me. I fuse myself to him, pressing my body against his as my arms wrap around his neck and my mouth devours him.
It’s hungry, this kiss. Ravenous. We’ve both been starved for too long, and it’s the first taste of something good. When he nips my bottom lip with his teeth, growling, my insides melt and burn for him. When his hand slides down my back and slips under my sweatpants to grab my ass, I know this is the beginning of something big.
Or maybe it’s the end of me. The old me. The part of me that’s been broken and split apart. Empty and cold. It’s time for me to say goodbye to the person I used to be, because there’s new life being breathed into the old shell.
Kit pulls me closer, lashing his tongue against mine as he deepens our kiss. He holds me close, both hands sliding down my bare ass and squeezing it, spreading my cheeks, pushing me against his hard cock.
I pant, clinging to his body. I’m adrift, lost in my own pleasure, and Kit’s my only lifeline. When his hands slide further, brushing the gusset of my thong with the tips of his fingers, I shiver.
The last of the cold inside me is chased away. Roaring, needy heat overwhelms me, pulsing at Kit’s every touch. Nothing but the barest brush over my underwear, and I’m already too far gone to care.
Kit growls against my lips. “You’re wet. Soaked through.” His fingers probe my panties again, the soft friction sending another thrill shivering down to my toes.
“Your fault,” I say, kissing his jaw, his neck, his shoulder. I scrape my teeth over his skin, marking him just as he did to me. We belong to each other now. There’s no hiding it. No denying it.
My lips run up his neck again, tasting every bit of exposed skin until I find his mouth. It tastes like heaven. Like fire and spice. His body bucks underneath me as a soft moan escapes my lips.
Everything about him is so deliciously male. The way he grips me. The way he spreads my ass apart and grinds his core against mine. The way his chest rumbles as he growls, desire ripping through the two of us with abandon. Every hard line of corded muscle coiled and waiting and mine.
My hands slide down his arms, feeling the hard curve of his shoulders, biceps, and back up again. I claw at his shirt, stopping our kiss long enough to tear it off. It lands on top of my own shirt on the floor. His hands move to my bra, which he unclasps expertly, and I try not to think about how much practice he’s had.
Me, on the other hand?
It’s been months. Years since I’ve felt like this. Since I’ve wanted this.
When my bra lands on the floor, Kit puts his hand in the center of my chest and pushes me back to stare at me. His gaze sweeps over my bare breasts as my nipples furl into tight peaks in the cool air. His fingers splay over the center of my chest, holding me still as he stares.
I’m not used to this. I didn’t think I’d like being exposed like this. Being stared at.
But deep, throbbing need grows between my