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CAN'T HURRY LOVE
General Contemporary Romance, Contemporary Romance
“I’m sorry,” he murmured. Whether he was sorry for what he’d done, or what he was about to do, he couldn’t say. Without thinking, he leaned forward to taste those pink lips, the sweetness of her amazement.
The smack never came; it was as if she were a fly in a web and he was the terrible spider who had caught her. He pressed his lips to hers. She jumped as if shocked, her mouth opening, and he fought himself not to take advantage.
Not to push this strange moment into shattering. He kept the kiss tender, her chapped lips all but breaking his heart.
Carefully, as if she were a horse that might spook, he touched her cheek with his fingertips, and when she didn’t shy away he slid those fingers around her neck, cupping the heat of her skin, the pounding of her heartbeat in his palm.
There was a vibration in her throat and he felt it in his mouth, in his hand, and he knew she was moaning. Crying slightly, because she hated herself right now, hated that she couldn’t resist him. And the devil in him loved that. Lived for that.
He should have done this earlier, cut through all the bullshit negotiation and bullshit communication, and gotten right to this.
Because sex he understood. A woman’s soft groan reverberating against his tongue was all the communication he needed.