Page 145 of Redeeming Heart

I fused our lips and kissed her how I always fantasized only it was better in real life. The soft torture of her lips, the humming sound knocking against the back of her throat, and the silent gasp slipping past her lips when I touch her soul.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE

His body pulled me closer like a magnet—pulling me underneath his rock-solid body as his lips softly coached mine to a point where I lost the battle.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and let him kiss me—let him show me what it feels like to be completely wrapped in a bubble of pure bliss.

He moved in between my legs as he continued to ravish my lips.

A rush of emotions rippled from my soul and coursed through my body down to my toes. I lost touch with reality as I unwrapped my hands from his neck and pushed my hands down his chest.

He gasped against my lips when I pushed my hands underneath the shirt and over his sculpted abs feeling his hot burning skin underneath my fingertips.

He stopped for a second kissing me as he gazed into my eyes. They were burning hot with desire and lust.

My head tilted back when he pushed his hands underneath the tank top I was wearing. The feel of his rough hands stroking my smooth skin got me lost in a world I’ve never been to. I said nothing when he pushed the fabric up, his hands following.

This was all new to me—the rushing of feelings coursing through my veins and the warm tingles spreading down the pit of my stomach where they sparked a fire between my legs.

A voice yelled out to him to keep going, wanting him to touch me more intimately and it was as if he heard the voice in my head as he pushed my shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor.

His eyes never left mine and I could barely believe it as I was topless, but then I realize he was checking to see if I was doing alright.

I could barely nod as desire coursed through my body.

He took my nod as an answer that I was doing okay as he softly wrapped his hand around a breast—stroking his thumb over the stiff peak.

“Oh,” I gasped dropping my head back and pushing my chest up encouraging him to keep going.

This wasn’t who I was, but I wanted to know how far this feeling stretches.

He dipped his head while gazing into my eyes and closed his mouth around a nipple.

“Ohmygod,” I hummed, feeling his other hand skimming down my waist and beneath my shorts.

My eyes fluttered close when his fingertips found their way and teased me until I was begging for something I had no idea about.

It only lasted for not even a second. My eyes blinked open and I saw the look of despair in his eyes. I was confused as to why he would feel distressed.

Did I do something wrong that put him off? Was it because I was still a virgin—someone inexperienced that it didn’t excite him?

“What’s wrong?” I asked pushing myself up as he got up to pick up my top from the floor and handed it over to me.

I felt exposed when I realized he rejected me.

My eyes fell to the floor as I pushed my arms through the sleeves in a flash while trying to stay composed.

I struggled to find reasons why he stopped and it almost seemed as if it had to do with me—I was ready to get out of here so that I can wrap my mind around it when he sat back down beside me.

“It has nothing to do with you,” His words didn’t make any sense right now.

I searched his eyes for any explanation better than that, but I found nothing.

“Does the thought of me having my v-card attach not excite you?” It was a mean and unpleasant way to put it, but my mind was on the verge of freaking out—I wasn’t in control of my thoughts for a while.

“God—no, Sasha.” He grasped my hand and placed it over the big, stiff ridge pulsing against his pants.

“You do turn me on—gosh, I want to do things with you that I’ve only ever fantasized about.” I don’t understand how that’s a problem.