Free The Kiss by Emma Shortt Page A

beautiful,” he said. “A beautiful color, the light
makes it shine in the most amazing ways, like chocolate. It was the first thing
I noticed when I came through the front doors. I saw it and had the most
overwhelming desire to touch it. Release it for me please Eva, let me see it as
it should be.”
    “What?” Eva said for want of any other response, was he freaking
serious?
    He sighed and reached round for her braid. In one swift motion he
pulled out the band holding it and freed her hair. As she knew it would if fell
in a shock of riotous curls. He smiled and pulled the curls into his hands.
    Eva squeaked.
    “Beautiful,” he said. “As I knew it would be, as you are.” He shook
his head slightly, seemingly bemused. “I didn’t expect this.”
    “Expect what?” Eva asked, her words little more than a whisper. Dear
God this can’t be happening.
    “You.”
    His hands moved from the curls and stoked slowly along the sides
of her face. Her skin tingled in the wake of his touch.
    “An unexpected development but a welcome one,” he continued. “I
wonder what it means?”
    “I... erm... I...” She didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t
believe this was happening, Is this gorgeous, correction, the most gorgeous
man I have ever seen seriously coming on to me? It seemed he was and Eva
didn’t know what the hell to say, or do.
    “Now, Eva,” he said playfully, pulling her out of her frenzied
thoughts. “What I have to wonder is whether the woman beneath the curls is just
as wild.”
    Eva squeaked again. She had no experience of this, never before
had she been the object of such practiced seduction. She didn’t know how to
respond.
    “Well, Eva?” he asked. “I have to say I suspect she is. No one
can have such a devastating smile and not be.”
    She bit down hard on her lip but nothing happened, she was not
dreaming, this was real. What the hell was she supposed to do?
    He sighed again and decided for her. Before she had time to even
consider his words he pulled her to him and then his mouth was on hers and
there wasn’t time to even protest. 
    His lips were cold, maybe from being outside but they moved over
her with a sensuality that she could not help but respond to. His kissed Eva
with a thoroughness she had never experienced, almost like he was trying to
consume her. His lips coaxed hers, his tongue made patterns over her lips,
plunged into her mouth until she could do nothing but kiss him back.
    He nibbled on her lower lip whilst his hands gripped her ass,
pushing her into him. Eva could feel his erection against her belly and desire
gripped her completely. She was turned on to the point of pain. Everything
inside of her was aching for him to touch somewhere, anywhere. But still a
tiny, rational part of her brain was disbelieving, even as his hands ran over
her hips, even as his tongue traced the outline of hers it refused to take it
in. This cannot be happening, it said, this cannot be real. But it was.
    Gently he pulled her further against him, silencing the voice,
before nibbling her neck. Eva tried in the fog of her desire to think again
about what she was doing, tried to get a hold of herself.
    His hand began to trail down her hips to the bottom of her tiny
skirt and the feel of his fingers were enough to bring sanity back to her over
aroused brain. Am I seriously going to have sex with a man I don’t even
know? What the fucking hell am I doing, I need to get a grip, this is too fast.  
    “Stop,” she whispered. “You have to stop.”
    He drew back immediately and echoed her own thoughts. “Too fast,
Eva?”
    “Yes.” Her voice was shaky and she took a step away from him.
“Waayyy too fast.”
    He laughed, a delighted sound and reached out to tug a curl. “I’m
sorry, please don’t be scared. I couldn’t help myself, it’s been too long and
you my love are unbelievably gorgeous.”
    “What?”
    “The attraction was immediate but I’ll wait. I don’t want to rush
you. God