The Girl's Got Secrets (Forbidden Men #7)(97)

“It’s okay,” I murmured, sliding my fingers up her back—God, her spine felt marvelous under my hands. Then I petted her hair and kissed her temple.

She drew in a deep breath against my neck, and I swear she was smelling me, then...yeah, was that her mouth on my throat?

Or maybe her tongue?

I wasn’t sure, but it made me groan, made me tug her just a little more snugly against me and tip my head down until my breaths fell on her chin. She looked up, and bam, our faces were right there, aligned, lips only inches apart.

Vaguely, I knew I shouldn’t kiss her. There was a damn good reason, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember what it was.

Her eyes were like brown pools of temptation and I was a drowning man. I tried to resist, I even pressed my forehead to hers, but I already knew it was too late.

This woman owned me.

So when her mouth lifted a fraction of an inch, mine lowered, until our breaths were one. My hand swept up to cradle the back of her neck and her silky dark hair drifted over my knuckles, making me shiver with desire. And in the next instant, our lips were sealed.

I have no idea why, but it felt as if I’d been waiting for years to kiss her. The only thing I knew about her was her name and yet nothing had ever felt as right as just setting my mouth against hers.

My body surged with awareness, skin prickling with a knowledge that the person touching me and pressing against me was the one person who was supposed to. I opened my mouth, tentative at first, and scared to death of scaring her away, because I wanted nothing as much as I wanted this moment to continue.

I damn near wept when her lips parted as well, and her tongue met mine.

With a hungry groan, I took things deeper. She whimpered and stretched up onto her toes, burrowing her fingers in my hair and pressing her chest against mine. My baser needs taking over, I lifted her up and walked her a few steps before setting her on a nearby table. Her legs instantly wrapped around my waist and while one hand stayed in my hair, the other wandered down my back until she was clutching my ass hard and encouraging me to move deeper between her thighs.

When my erection nudged the heat between her legs, the skirt of her dress sliding up to her waist, we both groaned. I palmed her exposed thigh and brought her leg up higher so I could smooth my hand down warm, soft flesh until I encountered the edge of her panties.

“?Ay por Dios!” she gasped, clutching me as she threw her head back and moaned.

My finger slid under the edge of the silky cloth and across her perfectly formed bottom.

Panting, she leaned forward again to rest her forehead on my sternum. I followed the globe of soft warmth around until I hit pay dirt.

She was wet, so f*cking wet that we both sucked in a breath when my finger slicked through her moist heat and tunneled inside.

“No puedo esperar,” she mumbled in a high voice. “Más... Más.”

Her fingers found the top buttons on my jeans and I lost it. “Holy shit.” I pressed my face to the side of her head as she fumbled to free me. And meanwhile, I snapped the crotch of her panties in half, needed nothing in my way.

She gasped and whimpered and couldn’t seem to get my jeans opened. I batted her hands away so I could help her when the door behind us burst open.

The slap of ice-cold reality, reminding me where the f*ck we were and how I wasn’t supposed to be touching her at all, had me spinning around with supreme guilt and making sure to cover her from whoever was coming out.

Caroline skidded to a halt in the doorway. “Oh my God!” she yelped, her eyes huge as her gaze immediately went to the parts of Elisa’s legs I couldn’t quite conceal from view. So I shifted a step that way to shield her more, even as I growled.

“Caroline? What the f*ck? Where have you been?”

“Uh...” She didn’t seem to know how to answer as she gaped at Elisa’s legs, and then shifted her gaze to my jeans that were partially undone.

As I rushed to button my pants together, I scolded, “Next time you text me to come pick you up and give you a ride home since Ten’s working, try not to just...disappear before I get here, huh?”

“Oh...yeah. Sorry, I...I must’ve been in the bathroom when you showed up.”

Elisa grasped the back of my shirt, and I held a reassuring hand behind me to hopefully let her know everything was okay. The move seemed to spike up Caroline’s eyebrows, though.

“Doesn’t seem like you missed me too much, though.”

I glowered. “Are you finally ready to go now?”

I needed to get out of here before I forgot again that I wasn’t supposed to even breathe in Elisa’s direction.

But Caroline shook her head. “Oh, you know....actually the girl I came with is ready now, too, so I’ll just leave with her, and besides...I just remembered you drive a motorcycle.”

That made me frown. “You’re afraid to ride on my bike?”

“No...but I just figured if I’m ever going to ride with a guy on a motorcycle, and you know, wrap my legs around his thighs and smash my breasts to his back, I think I’d rather experience that with Oren the first time, instead of you.”

Well, when she put it that way. “Yeah,” I said. “Then you should definitely ride with your friend if you can.”

“I will,” she said brightly, too brightly, as if she had some kind of ulterior motive. “You guys have fun.”