Smex Scene Sunday

Tori: A wealthy socialite who loses everything when her past comes back to haunt her.

Miles: An absent-minded researcher who is forced to take a good hard look at his own behavior when a frenemy needs his help.

I cup her face in my hands, stroke my thumbs over her jaw and down her throat to the hollows just above her collarbone. I can feel her pulse beating there, fast and wild, just under the delicate softness of her skin. It turns me on even more, has my dick hardening and my body craving another taste of her.

Has me craving more, more, more.

Has me craving anything, everything, that she’s willing to give me.

Wrapped up in her now—wrapped up in this——I lean down, start to take her mouth with mine again. But she beats me to it, yanking me down until our mouths all but slam together.

It’s wicked and wild and carnal, the kind of kiss you see in movies or read about in books, where the whole world ceases to exist—where everything ceases to exist—except this one person. This one kiss. This one tangle of tongues and bodies and sensations.

It goes on and on and on, tongues sliding against each other, teeth nipping at delicate lips, hands skimming over skin turned hot and sensitive. She’s breathing heavily now—we both are—and still I don’t pull away. Still I don’t let up. And neither does she.

Instead her teeth close on my bottom lip hard enough to sting before she soothes it away with a few gentle strokes of her tongue. She does it again and again, until my head is muddled and my whole goddamn body is in sensory overload.

I want to touch her, want to slide a hand under her shirt and cup her breast in my palm. Want to pinch her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Want to thrust two fingers deep inside her and hear her whimper as she comes. But this is just our first kiss and it’s come out of nowhere on the heels of one of the most difficult days of her life.

It’s that thought more than any other that has me pulling back, that has me resting my forehead against hers and my hands safely on her waist as we both gasp for air.

“What was that?” Tori finally asks, eyes wide and voice more than a little shaky.

I pull back with a grin. “You tell me. You’re the one who kissed me, after all.”

She laughs a little, then pushes at my shoulders until I reluctantly step back. “It was a thank-you kiss.”

“Oh yeah?” I follow her as she starts through the doors that lead back into the kitchen. I only let her get a few steps before I grab her hand and spin her back around to face me. “I’m not sure what I’m being thanked for, but I’ll take it. In fact, want to thank me again?”