lips apart.
He’s sweet and salty and earthy, his tongue working against mine. My hands come up to grab his shirt, forming fists as I drag him closer.
He pulls back and nips at my lower lip. I can’t help it. I let out a little moan.
“Is that a yes, little witch?” he whispers.
I nod, struggling to draw a breath. “Yes.” He moves in to kiss me again, but I pull back.
“There have to be rules,” I say, looking in his eyes. “To protect us both.”
He looks puzzled. “Like what?”
I draw in a long breath. “We are friends first. Okay? We just… we don’t do anything that would hurt that.” I reach out, grabbing his hand and pulling it over my heart. “Promise me.”
He frowns. “Of course, Pippa.”
I lick my lips. “Okay. There are probably more rules—“
He cuts me off with a kiss so dominating that all thoughts of rules are driven from my mind. My hand fists in his shirt. He moves effortlessly to scoop me up off the couch, not breaking the kiss.
And then he starts carrying me upstairs.
16
Pippa
Lars presses his lips to mine, bending me backward. My hands touch his face and then creep around his strong neck. He picks me up. My legs go around his waist naturally. I moan as he walks us both backward, toward the bed.
God, is this really happening right now?
As he lays me back on the bed, I shiver. He breaks off the kiss only to move his mouth lower, to my jaw and my neck. Scorching a path to my pulse point, he buries himself there. I feel the sting of his teeth for a second before he kisses the sensation away.
I had no idea that his mouth could be so hot. His lips against the pale column of my neck causes my breasts to tighten and lift. I realize that he is already pressing himself between my legs, falling there naturally when he moved us both on the bed. I am suddenly aware of the place between my thighs where I ache, the feeling more and more insistent the longer I’m with Lars.
His hand trails down to cup my breast through my shirt, pinching my nipple through my bra. Everything he does feels amazing, like a fire burning through a drought-parched land. He pinches my nipple again, sending shivers of electricity down my spine. I gasp at how connected my breasts seem to be to the slit between my legs, the slit that is growing damp now.
I have some ideas for what would feel good right now, most of them centered on the bulge in Lars’s jeans. Pressing my hips up against his, I make a sound of pure need.
Lars pulls back, desire flaring high in his eyes as he meets my gaze. When he speaks, his voice is rough as gravel.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs. “Tell me that you want me half as badly as I want you, little witch. Make me believe it.”
I suck in a breath. Do I want him? With every single molecule of my being, with every breath in my body.
“I want you, Lars,” I whisper, looking into his eyes.
He smirks. “Are you sure, Pippa? Because I want you so damn much it hurts.”
I bite my lip and nod, my eagerness overcoming my shyness. He kisses me again, his hands drawing my tee shirt dress up and over my head. Just like that I am bare before him, wearing nothing but my bra and leggings.
Lars looks at me hungrily, his eyes dipping down to my breasts. He takes a second to unlace his boots.
I watch him, my heart beating in my throat. Then he strips off his shirt, leaving me half-drooling at his hard muscles. His abs. His pecs. His biceps…
Everywhere I look is ridged with muscle. The exercise regimen that he’s been on is no joke, it seems.
He returns to me, unbuttoning his jeans. He leaves them zipped, cradling my face as he kisses me. My heart is a humming bird, fluttering in my chest. A moan emerges from my mouth as he takes me back onto the bed, trailing his hot kisses down my neck and across my chest.
He kisses his way down to my breast, pulling one strap of my bra down and baring my nipple.
The breath seizes in my lungs. Then he fastens his wicked mouth on my nipple. I cry out at the almost electric sensation. It makes the ache between my legs spread a little wider.
He releases my