Page 93 of Sweet Wicked Vows

A right turn.

Around another tree and then it happened.

The second she stumbled over her own sandal and rolled onto the grass, I was atop of her.

She lay flat on her back. Unblinking eyes staring up into mine as her delicate hands cautiously settled on my ribcage. Unspoken tension sparked between our bodies. It still drove me crazy how much my body reacted around her, constantly yearning for her touch.

“You caught me,” she swallowed.

“Thisold manstill has a few tricks up his sleeve.”

Her tongue slicked across her bottom lip. “Is that so? Maybe you should show me.”

The tip of my nose nudged hers. Her back arched, and her breath on my lips was all the invite I needed. Our lips melded with a soft groan.

It was different than before. The last time we kissed, it was out of pure desperation and need.

This was a different sort of desperation.

Softer. Slower.Loving.

Her hands roamed under my top, tracing the contours of mystomach and chest. She took her time, tracing each indent to memory. She nibbled at my bottom lip until I parted and allowed her tongue to glide along mine.

There wasn’t a chance in hell I would ever tire of the taste of her. With every twirl of her tongue, every little moan, every time her lips fitted perfectly with mine, I felt myself falling further and further into her.

Her hips pushed up into mine, grinding against the hardness wishing to be set loose.

At that moment, I was hers.

Only hers.

Her touch was electric, exploring every inch she could, shocking me back into life.

The sight of her nipples pebbling through her white dress was nearly my undoing. They called to be touched and savored. My fingers itched to caress them until she cried out in pleasure.

She was slow and demanding at the same time.

Not wanting to take too much, to push too far, I met her kiss with as much as she was willing to give me.

I’d take whatever she gave me.

No matter what.

“Jaxon,” she whimpered against my mouth. My name on her lips was everything. “If this is your idea of punishment, I think I might need to tease you more often.”

“This isn’t your punishment.” I dipped my tongue back into her mouth. Sweet hell, no one should taste that good.

She pulled back a little, her hips still cemented against mine. “This isn’t my punishment?”

“Non.” I ran the tip of my nose along her jaw. “Your punishment is: now that I have caught you, I don’t believe I am strong enough or selfless enough to ever let you go.”

Her hands encased my face as she brought my forehead to rest against hers. “We still have eight months.”

It wasn’t enough. No amount of time was enough with her.

Evelyn’s lips turned downward, a deep line forming between her brows as if she too felt the gravity of our impending deadline lurking in the background.

I kissed her again, ignoring the sour taste threatening to ruin everything.