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Authors: Kimberly Kincaid
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really think I forgot kissing you?” Noah fit the lid over the pot on the stove before tipping his head to look at her, and the question was so point-blank that she answered without thinking.
“Yeah. I thought it was too much champagne and impulse.” Violet’s cheeks burned, but the tingle blasted into all-out heat when Noah wrapped his fingers around her forearm and turned her body toward his.
“It wasn’t.”
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Noah’s pulse boomeranged through his veins, but he hooked a finger under Violet’s chin anyway. Everything about her was just so wide-open and honest and pure, from the way she glided through the kitchen to the cadence of her voice as she spoke, and even though he knew it was crazy, Noah wanted her all the way down to his bones.
“Why did you kiss me, then?” she asked, and her husky whisper did nothing to stop him from closing the last arc of space between their bodies.
“For the same reason I’m kissing you now.”
He brushed his lips over hers, just enough to catch the soft intake of her breath, and oh hell, how could something so wrong feel so fucking good? She tasted as sensual and tropical as she smelled, all suntan oil and sweet skin, and he wanted nothing more than to sample the rest of her, starting at the tawny-colored crown of her head and working all the way down.
Noah coaxed her mouth open just enough to stroke his tongue across the lush curve of her lower lip, and Violet arched up, angling even closer as she fit herself against the unencumbered side of his body. She swept her tongue over his to deepen the kiss, shredding his control with every pass. Violet’s soft mouth yielded to his harder kisses, returning them with enough intensity to make his lips sing and his cock ache with want.
He wrapped his free arm around her lower back, the heat of the skin beneath her thin red sweater sending a bolt of greedy need all the way through him as he swung her around and grounded her to the wall by the kitchen’s entryway.
“Christ, you feel so good.” Noah’s affirmation was half-whisper, half-growl, and the hazy sigh Violet gave in response turned his need into a full-on emergency. She lifted to her toes to tip her hips to his with suggestive friction, gripping his uninjured shoulder with tight fingers before setting her mouth right next to his ear.
“Then don’t stop.”
Noah’s hand shot upward to pull her closer still, cupping her neck as he dipped to kiss the curve of her jaw. “You shouldn’t say that.”
“Why not?” Violet slid her hands beneath the hem of his T-shirt, and his brain completely shorted out, save one base thought.
“Because now I’m not stopping.”
He returned to her mouth, need pumping through him in a steady wave as he kissed her hard enough to leave them both gasping. Her fingers moved deftly over the bare skin of his lower back, and yeah, they needed to take this from the kitchen to the bedroom. He wanted his hands on her, and he wanted them on her now , sling or no sling.
Noah scooped his arm around Violet’s body, maneuvering them from the kitchen toward his bedroom in a hot tangle of arms and legs and other body parts he couldn’t think about and still walk a straight line. He nearly stumbled when she traced the edge of his ear with a feather-light flick of her tongue, and when she bit down lightly on his earlobe, the hot swirl of pleasure-pain tore a groan from his chest.
“Woman, you are killing me,” he said on a rasp, and okay, maybe they weren’t going to make it all the way to his bedroom. Noah slanted his mouth back over hers even though they’d stopped halfway between the living room and foyer. Every part of him screamed to be inside her, and he reached down low for the edge of her sweater, desperate for the feel of her skin on his.
A loud, purposeful knock on the front door froze him in place with his fist over the fabric.
“Hey, dude, it’s me. I brought you all four Bloodsport movies. Open
“Yeah. I thought it was too much champagne and impulse.” Violet’s cheeks burned, but the tingle blasted into all-out heat when Noah wrapped his fingers around her forearm and turned her body toward his.
“It wasn’t.”
#
Noah’s pulse boomeranged through his veins, but he hooked a finger under Violet’s chin anyway. Everything about her was just so wide-open and honest and pure, from the way she glided through the kitchen to the cadence of her voice as she spoke, and even though he knew it was crazy, Noah wanted her all the way down to his bones.
“Why did you kiss me, then?” she asked, and her husky whisper did nothing to stop him from closing the last arc of space between their bodies.
“For the same reason I’m kissing you now.”
He brushed his lips over hers, just enough to catch the soft intake of her breath, and oh hell, how could something so wrong feel so fucking good? She tasted as sensual and tropical as she smelled, all suntan oil and sweet skin, and he wanted nothing more than to sample the rest of her, starting at the tawny-colored crown of her head and working all the way down.
Noah coaxed her mouth open just enough to stroke his tongue across the lush curve of her lower lip, and Violet arched up, angling even closer as she fit herself against the unencumbered side of his body. She swept her tongue over his to deepen the kiss, shredding his control with every pass. Violet’s soft mouth yielded to his harder kisses, returning them with enough intensity to make his lips sing and his cock ache with want.
He wrapped his free arm around her lower back, the heat of the skin beneath her thin red sweater sending a bolt of greedy need all the way through him as he swung her around and grounded her to the wall by the kitchen’s entryway.
“Christ, you feel so good.” Noah’s affirmation was half-whisper, half-growl, and the hazy sigh Violet gave in response turned his need into a full-on emergency. She lifted to her toes to tip her hips to his with suggestive friction, gripping his uninjured shoulder with tight fingers before setting her mouth right next to his ear.
“Then don’t stop.”
Noah’s hand shot upward to pull her closer still, cupping her neck as he dipped to kiss the curve of her jaw. “You shouldn’t say that.”
“Why not?” Violet slid her hands beneath the hem of his T-shirt, and his brain completely shorted out, save one base thought.
“Because now I’m not stopping.”
He returned to her mouth, need pumping through him in a steady wave as he kissed her hard enough to leave them both gasping. Her fingers moved deftly over the bare skin of his lower back, and yeah, they needed to take this from the kitchen to the bedroom. He wanted his hands on her, and he wanted them on her now , sling or no sling.
Noah scooped his arm around Violet’s body, maneuvering them from the kitchen toward his bedroom in a hot tangle of arms and legs and other body parts he couldn’t think about and still walk a straight line. He nearly stumbled when she traced the edge of his ear with a feather-light flick of her tongue, and when she bit down lightly on his earlobe, the hot swirl of pleasure-pain tore a groan from his chest.
“Woman, you are killing me,” he said on a rasp, and okay, maybe they weren’t going to make it all the way to his bedroom. Noah slanted his mouth back over hers even though they’d stopped halfway between the living room and foyer. Every part of him screamed to be inside her, and he reached down low for the edge of her sweater, desperate for the feel of her skin on his.
A loud, purposeful knock on the front door froze him in place with his fist over the fabric.
“Hey, dude, it’s me. I brought you all four Bloodsport movies. Open
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