Taming London (Warwick Dragons #1) - Milly Taiden Page 0,30

sweaty sex and pure bliss. “The first time we kissed, you initiated it.”

She gulped audibly. “Yes, well, we’re all allowed moments of temporary insanity.”

He arched a disbelieving eyebrow at her. “I don’t think you mean that. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

“I did. I was proving a point. That you’ve kissed way too often, and probably way too many people.”

His smile was sweet, but his eyes were dark. He was mounting an attack. “Oh, sure. That makes loads of sense. I merely touch your arm, and you vault into my arms to kiss me. But you were proving a point.”

“Exactly.”

“Fine. Then you won’t mind if I conduct my rebuttal.” He didn’t give her the chance to answer. He reached out to her and ran his index finger along her forearm and up her arm, all the way to the sleeve of her blouse. Goosebumps broke out in the wake of the featherlight embrace. “See? You’re reacting to me.”

Bethany licked her lips. She was reacting to him in a very big way. It went beyond shivering. Her sex was clenched as it moistened, simply because London was grazing her arm.

“You say that you hate me and my playboy ways. You claim that you only kissed me to prove some kind of point.” He began to trail his finger back down. “But the truth is, Bethany, that you want me just as much as I want you.” He leaned over, barely brushing his lips against her forehead. His deep inhale and the sound of her quickly beating heart was the only noise around them. “I can smell it on you, love. I can see it in your eyes.” He cupped her face, tracing his thumb across her lower lip. “If you say you don’t want to kiss me again, it’s fine. I’ll take that punishment for the comments I made when we met for the first time. But don’t for a second believe that I’m not being tortured by your presence.” He leaned in even closer, his body nearly pressing up against hers, even in her seated position. “Being near you, but not being able to kiss you, to touch you, to give in to what we both so desperately want, it pains me, Bethany. You’re the most captivating woman I’ve ever met, and I’ve never felt like a starving man before.” He lowered his head and stopped his lips a hairsbreadth away from hers.

He stopped himself from kissing her. Bethany wanted to rage against him for teasing her so completely. Her nipples were puckered against the fabric of her bra. It was a sweet pain that reminded her that she shouldn’t kiss him again.

But she wanted to. So badly. In a silly way that Bethany didn’t understand, she wanted to cry because she craved his kiss so much. It was a deep need inside of her, nothing she had ever felt before. She felt a little unhinged and a lot horny. Not the greatest combination when trying to resist the likes of London Warwick.

It was all too much.

Once again, it was Bethany who leaned up to complete the touch. Her lips were on his, and it ignited something inside of each of them. The kiss wasn’t sweet or soft. It was the culmination of hours of teasing. It was all of the self-control they had been exercising.

London wrapped his hands around her waist and brought her clear out of the seat and to a stand. He placed her in the hollow of his hips while Bethany closed her arms around his neck. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, offering both of them the closeness, the friction, they were longing for. It was not enough. She needed so much more.

“Bethany,” he whispered against her lips. “You’ve kissed me again.” His voice held no teasing or rebuking. It was wonder and joy that was there in his words. He kissed her again, this time letting his tongue dip into her mouth.

Her arms tightened around his neck, and her fingers dug into the tendons of his back. He growled, and the sound startled her like a cold bucket of ice water had been dumped onto her hormones. She pushed away from him, hard. She was panting as she stumbled back a few feet away from him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She wasn’t sure if she was yelling at him or to herself.

London ran a thumb over his lips. His eyes were full of fire and fury. “You kissed me,”