The Man I Thought I Loved (Two-Faced #2) - E. L. Todd Page 0,58

instinctively dug into his chest, clawing into his flesh. I stared into his eyes as I kissed him, but then they closed when the passion made my hands shake. It was like the kiss in the bar, but a million times stronger, a fire that grew into an inferno.

He breathed into my mouth between kisses, his mouth turning to the other side before he gave me some tongue. When he felt them circle together, he released a quiet moan, his fingers clenching deeper in my hair.

My hands explored his body, moving all the way down over his stomach, across the hard abs I wanted to lick. My fingers ached to go farther to feel his big dick, but I stayed above the waist.

He started to guide me back to the couch to move on top of me.

My hand slid back to his chest, and I steadied him, our lips breaking apart, our eyes locking together with lidded gazes. “I…I don’t trust myself.” If I let his muscular body lie on top of mine, I would pull down his bottoms and get mine off soon after. It would turn into a moment I wasn’t ready to have, and we’d rushed too quickly last time and destroyed the entire thing in the process.

He cradled my head and stared at my mouth. “But you can trust me.”

My hand slid down his chest again, toward his stomach.

“I want that moment when it’s perfect, when you’re ready to have me the way I’m ready to have you.” His eyes moved to mine. “So, you don’t need to worry about it going somewhere it’s not supposed to go. It’ll be what it’s supposed to be.” He looked at my lips again, as if asking for permission.

He’d rushed me last time, but he was determined not to rush me again, to let me have exactly what I wanted. That made me trust him, despite his lies. It made me believe this could really be the right thing, because the finish line was in sight, so there was no need to sprint to it.

I nestled back into him and let my lips land on his.

He inhaled a deep breath as he kissed me, his hand fisting my hair once again, his strong body guiding me backward as he moved on top of me. His thighs separated mine so he could fit on top of me easier.

My ankles locked together around his waist, and I dug my fingers into his hair, my kisses increasing in intensity right away, becoming more carnal, more aggressive. My hand snaked up his back and dug into his skin, clawing at it like he was inside me, making me writhe.

His passion matched mine, and even though this wouldn’t end up with us in bed together or our clothes on the floor, he was just as excited, like the moment was enough for him.

His mouth left mine and lowered to my jawline and neck, placing his kisses all over my body, moving to the collar of my shirt without going further. His teeth gently bit at my collarbone before he rose back up again, kissing me hard, like he wanted all of me, every single piece.

It was the most passionate moment of my life, feeling him kiss me like that, want me like that. Lust was sharp in my touch, digging into his flesh, but it was more than that, a sensation in my chest, a closeness of our souls that I could feel distinctly. Emotional and deep, it was more than just a make-out session on the couch.

A lot more.

It was almost ten when I walked in the door.

Charlie jumped up from the couch, the spot where he’d been waiting all night. “What happened? What did she say?”

Dax had chased away all my problems with his affection and powerful kiss, but now that I was back in the apartment, reality had returned. Now that Charlie was staring at me with the expectant expression, I wished I’d just spent the night. “It was rough, Charlie.”

He walked past the couches and joined me in the entryway. “At least it’s over, right?”

It was far from over.

“Did she give her blessing?”

I understood Kat’s position, it was totally reasonable, but I hoped she’d change her mind. “I need more time with her.”

Defeat started to creep into his face. “Then it was really rough…”

“You have no idea.” I walked past him. “I’ll work on it.”

He followed after me. “So…is she okay?”

I turned back around. “What do you expect, Charlie? The