Page 105 of Torn

“No,” she says simply, wrapping her arms around me, kissing me just as hungrily as I’m kissing her.

“Push me away.”

“Never,” she whispers, pulling me even closer.

“What’s gotten into you today?” I demand, moving my lips down to suck her neck.

“I don’t know…,” she breathes, tilting her head back, lettingme suck the delicate flesh of her throat. “Being so close to you all day… touching you… it feels so right. I don’t want to stop.”

“Then we’re not stopping till we’ve had every fuckin’ inch of each other.” I move my lips back up to hers and stare down into her eyes. “Once we start this, we can’t go back, Kenzi.”

She gulps, a hint of nervousness finally showing, and then she nods.

“I know, Tor. This is what I want.” Taking a small step backward, she pulls off her shirt and drops it onto the floor, mimicking my dare.

“I want you to touch me,” she says, and suddenly it’s Christmas in August as I’m staring down at cleavage for days surrounded by thin, teasing black lace that I want to chew through to get to her. The power keeps shifting between us and now it’s my turn to be knocked back into shyness. I feel like I’m fifteen again, awestruck by how beautiful and perfect she is, afraid to touch her or speak for fear of scaring her away.

I don’t let that shy kid in me resurface for long, though. He’s got no right to be here anymore and I’m not letting him ruin this moment for me.

“Oh, I’m going to touch you,” I reply, palming her full breasts and rubbing my thumbs over her nipples peeking through the lace. Her lips part in an excited, sultry sigh.

Bending down, I kiss her and walk her down the hallway to my bedroom, not breaking the kiss or taking my hands off her for a second. After kicking the door closed behind me, I push her onto the bed and crawl on top of her, hovering over her, reading her face. I need to know she’s ready for this or I’ll never be able to live with myself.

Reaching up, she pulls the hair tie out of the back of my hair and smiles when my hair falls down into her face.

“You like that?” I ask softly, stroking her cheek with the back of my hand.

“I’ve dreamed about you on top of me like this, with your hair in my face.”

I suck in a quick breath. “You never told me you dream about me.”

Her hands skim up my chest, over my shoulders, and clasp behind my neck as she stares up at me. “I was afraid it would make you pull further away from me.”

“I don’t think I can pull away anymore. It’s a battle I can’t win.”

She pulls me down to her lips. “I don’t want you to.” Her voice is as sweet and soft as her kiss. “Ever.” She kisses me again, pressing her body up against mine. “Please.” Her lips touch mine again, soft and tinged with a dash of strawberry.Irresistible.“This feels right.”

Itdoesfeel right. So right that any thoughts of this ever being wrong are being sucked out of me like a vacuum by her lips on mine and her hands slowly roaming over my back, the lace of her bra chafing against my chest, stoking my desire for her until I can’t hold back anymore. Crushing my lips down on hers, I kiss her long and deep, using my leg to move hers apart to sink between her thighs, and we both moan and exhale, as if we’ve been holding our breath forever waiting for that first moment of full-body contact.

I move my lips to the pulse at her neck, kissing and biting her as I move my way down to her chest, kissing the soft swell of her breasts and sliding my tongue deep into her cleavage. I unclip the front clasp of her bra and push the dark fabric away, revealing the most perfect set of tits I’ve ever seen in my life. Round, firm, creamy pale mounds with tantalizing pink tips begging to be touched. I cup her left breast in my hand before lowering my head to lick a slow circle around her waiting nipple before sucking it into my mouth. Her sudden gasp and the hardening of her tip against my tongue makes my blood pump harder as I drag mytongue across her chest to her other breast, ravishing it with my mouth while I continue to tease the other with my hand, playing the damp pebbled bud with my calloused thumb as I wildly flick my tongue over her. She arches up to me, clutching handfuls of my hair, mewing like a kitten, losing control.

Standing, I reach down and grab her foot, quickly yanking one sexy little boot off, then the other before going for the button and zipper of her jeans, my eyes on hers the entire time. Her breathing is heavy as she watches me with wide, lustful eyes. Her fingers grip the comforter as I undress her. When she’s naked on my bed, my heart races as I give myself a moment to take in her flawless skin and hourglass curves, wanting her more with each inch my gaze devours.

I kick off my own boots and unzip my jeans, entranced by her eyes and the way her breasts move up and down with each breath she takes. When her pink tongue darts out to lick her lips as I step out of my jeans and boxers, I’m completely unhinged for her mentally and physically.

Her body is engulfed by mine as I climb back on top of her. She trembles beneath me, either from fear or excitement or probably a mashup of both. My mouth is on hers, our tongues dancing and teasing as I move my body over her. The feeling of flesh on flesh has my cock like a rock between us, pressing against her, seeking her heat. Reaching down between us, I slide my hand between her thighs to gently stroke her pink lips. She’s so wet already that it obliterates any ideas of patience and gentleness I may have had. I want in, and I want it now.

Her nails dig into my spine, and she gyrates against my hand as I finger her, our mouths meeting breathlessly. We’re caught up in a frenzy of kissing and groping, fighting to get closer and crawl inside each other, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

“Are you still on the pill?” I ask against her lips, my fingers expertly strumming over her clit.

She nods and moves her hands down to my ass, trying to pull me between her legs. “Yes…,” she says breathlessly. “For you.”

“Good,” I growl, moving between her thighs. She doesn’t waver at all when I grab my cock and rub the head up and down between her wet lips and over her clit, coaxing her into that crazy place of wanting nothing but sweet release.Of wanting nothing but me.She writhes and wiggles beneath me, her eyes fluttering closed as she starts to shake and arch up, moaning my name as she climaxes. I give her a few moments before sliding inside her with one deep, smooth thrust. She’s incredibly wet and tight, moving her body perfectly with mine, curving her leg around my waist and pulling me deeper into her, letting out a small cry when I’m met with a brief moment of resistance followed by a flood of wet warmth that vaults me into a new realm of carnal desire.

She’s mine.

I kiss her through the pain and whisper love to her as I drive into her harder and faster. She clings to me, arching up to meet my thrusts, echoing my whispers. I try to force myself to slow down but I can’t take it anymore and finally let myself go, gripping her outer thigh to pull her tight against me as I explode inside her.