“I’m not saying I’m ready for a lifelong commitment with anyone but the more I think of how I was the only one who thought being with one person was special, I’m realizing ! missed out on a lot of experiences. For what? I missed out or all the different sizes, shapes and colors of the world and for what?”
“Did you ever feel it was a sacrifice?” Beni asked as he p the button for their floor.
“No.” she was truthful but surprised when he didn’t immediately offer to be her experiment. “But I can’t stop thinking of all the lips I didn’t kiss because I was focused on one set.”
She jumped when Beni stopped the elevator between floors. “What are you doing?”
“I have lips.”
The quiet statement made her eyes round as she stared up at him. He put his leather laptop bag on the floor of the elevator, shrugged out of his overcoat and tossed it aside. He took her purse from her shoulder and slid it down her arm and let it sit on the floor next to his things.
“Here?”
“I’m not one to waste opportunity, carpe diem,” he was quiet, bold and present as he stepped towards her, “Just a kiss. You should start your experimenting with kisses. Good, hot, sexy kisses will be good for you. I know it.”
“I’ve never kissed anyone who wasn’t Kyst.”
“It’s your lucky day then,” he smirked as he took his glasses off and tucked them into his shirt pocket, “I’ve been kissin girls since I was thirteen. I was really good at spin the bottle
She couldn’t look away from his gaze as he stepped her backwards until her back was against the stainless walls of the elevator. Her hands reached up nervously, and she found herself flattening them against his chest.
“Can I kiss you, Juniper?” Benicio’s hazel eyes were fixed onto hers, boring into her with an intensity she was feeling down to her toes.
“You actually want to?”
“I’ve been wanting to since I first saw your photo,” he drew his thumb across her bottom lip. “You have the most kissable mouth, pouty, pink perfection.”
She blinked at him, “aren’t you upset I’d just be using you?”
He gave a happy laugh, “sunshine, you can use me any way you see fit and I’ll be thrilled to be your guinea pig. I’d rather you kissed me than some sweaty jerk in a club.” He put his hand over her two on his chest, “you didn’t answer my question.”
“What question is that?”
“Can I kiss you?”
She stared into his hazel eyes and then whispered, “I’d really like you to kiss me.”
There was no hesitation but also there was a patience to Be Rojas she was already anticipating. He put his lips to hers, lus fingers of his left-hand interlocking with the ones above his heart and his right hand gently holding her chin.
He tasted different. He felt different. He was taller than Kyst. His lips were fuller and his tongue a bit wider as it slipped past her parted lips to touch hers. He smelled of a clean spicy aftershave and he tasted of mint. His nose brushed against hers as he deepened the kiss, sliding his mouth back and forth over hers.
This man could kiss. She was cornered in the elevator, his frame leaning over her and he was kissing her like she was the oxygen he needed to survive. Her fingers stretched under his, needing to touch more of him and her body pressed up against his. His hand which held her chin wound around her middle, lifting her right off the floor to hold to his chest as he twisted his tongue inside her mouth.
She could barely breathe as he consumed her. She found her ass resting on the handrail of the elevator wall and her legs wound around his middle. Wrenching her fingers from his, she wound her hands into his hair. Shuddering she felt her breasts crushing against his solid chest as he kissed her hungrily.
Nothing she’d ever done in her life felt like this. He was controlled patience wrapped up in passion and he was projecting feelings onto her in waves. She could feel his muscles twitch and the long shuddering groan as she shivered in arms.
“I knew you’d taste this good,” he whispered against her mouth.
She whimpered, mewling like the kittens she’d left in the café, and dragged his head back to hers to kiss him again. He stepped even closer, though she wasn’t sure how and his mouth devoured hers. Whining she ground her pelvis against his, wriggling as if trying to scratch an itch and his body was responding. He thrust against her, rocking his hips as she ached.
When he broke the kiss, she was panting, clutching at him, fearful he was going to let her go and leave her high and dry.
“Fuck,” he growled against her mouth.
“Did I do something wrong?” she blinked up at him through half closed eyes.
“Not unless you count making me nearly come in my pants like a preteen boy,” he pressed a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth. “You’re a fucking dream come true. I could tar u kissing lessons from you, sunshine. I want to rip your clothing off, take you right here against the wall but today,” he slowly step back from her, “is a lesson in kissing, not in fucking. That will come later,” he winked at her as he stood on her on her feet. He rubbed his thumbs over her cheeks, “you’re blushing and damn me if it’s not the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“This was unexpected,” she stared up at him in awe.
“It was but not unwanted, I hope.” He questioned carefully.
“Not at all. We should probably let the elevator move though. People might be waiting for it.”
“There are two in the building,” he laughed as he refused to completely release her. He hit the button to move the elevator and then he scooped their belongings up in his other arm.
She rested her head against his chest, unsure of what the protocol was after a make out session with a man you barely knew in an elevator.
“What are your plans this afternoon?” he asked curiously. “You spent the morning at the café. What do you intend to do this afternoon?”
“I was going to go online and see if I could find any thrift stores or antique shops to look for some pieces for my place. It has some of my things in it but it doesn’t feel like home yet. Something is missing. I’m hoping to find it.”
“Would you like some company?”
“Don’t you have to work this afternoon?” she looked at . confusion. “Why aren’t you at work?”
“I’m not at work because my boss, also known as my father, told me I was obligated to use up some of my vacation time before the end of the year.”
“It’s only June.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.