a word from him. I couldn’t look away from the heat in his eyes. He was breathing even harder than before. As a matter of fact, I was breathing just as hard. Our chests bumped, and I inhaled sharply.
This is ridiculous. The chemistry was off the charts. It was so raw and elemental. How could I win against this?
August’s head dipped even lower as he pulled me all the way into his body. His lips brushed the outer shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. A moan slipped out of me before I could contain it.
“You know you love it,” he whispered in my ear. “Don’t you, Charles?”
“I—” Words strangled in my throat, making it impossible to speak.
“I swore I wouldn’t do this,” August continued. “It’s too complicated, but I think you’re just as frustrated as I am about this thing between us, and something’s bound to happen. Now I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do, so the ball’s in your court. What’s it going to be, Charles?”
The words were barely out of his mouth when I turned my head and slammed my lips to his. This was everything I needed to know—that I wasn’t the only one being consumed by all this heat. I was a selfish bastard, enough not to want to combust alone. If I was going to be burned, I might as well drag him into the flames with me.
My first time kissing another man and it was the lips of the forbidden. He hadn’t shaved, and his stubble pricked my skin, but it wasn’t as unpleasant as I’d thought it would be.
His lips were soft but mixed with a rough intensity when he pressed them back against mine, kissing me with the same measure of hunger I’d had for days. Weeks.
August cupped my face. It felt weird at first. His hands weren’t smooth and soft. They were callused and sent shock wave after shock wave down my spine with every brush of his palm against my cheek.
I had to tear my lips away from his and gasp aloud, but it wasn’t nearly enough. I wanted more of him. He met me halfway, and this time I moved. He shifted along with me until he was pressed up against the island. I clutched his forearms, needing something to hold on to.
Damn, I felt like I was about to explode. Then his bulge pushed against mine, and I nearly did. My hips rocked of their own volition as I sought friction, bucking against his pelvis.
“Charles.” Our lips slipped apart. Before I could capture his once more, August’s hand in my hair pulled my head back. “Fuck, Charles. Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
Fuck, was that whiny voice mine? What was he doing to me?
“Like you want me to take you upstairs, take off all your clothes, handcuff you to the bed, and drive you crazy with my tongue and hands until you’re begging me to fuck you.”
August’s words filled me with heat. Oh god, I didn’t know that was what I wanted. The sex, hell yes. I’d been trying to hold out on that, but I’d never once thought of sex with him in such raw details. Now I knew what to expect from this kinky Dom, how could I walk away?
I couldn’t tell the last time I burned for someone the way I did for him right now.
I wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled his head back down to mine. He groaned but gave in, hands clamping down on my hips, then running up my back, pulling me even closer against him. Everything that was August bombarded my senses—the scent of him, the feel of him against me, the sound of him.
“Do you know how long I’ve been thinking of kissing you?” he mumbled against my lips. “How much I wished I had the right to pull you up against me like this?”
I grinned at the implication of what his words meant, feeling a surge of confidence. “It’s not just me, then. I’m not paranoid.”
His sigh wasn’t at all comforting. He kissed me once more, then released my lips. “You need to think carefully about what’s happening between us and what you want from me.”
I groaned at the serious talk when all I wanted to do was kiss him some more. I wanted the feel good back, and August’s kisses felt damn good.