Free Lost in Light by Kat Kingsley Page A

you.”
    “Instructions?” I warbled. His smile dissolved in a devious smirk, his eyes alight with amusement and something darker.
    “Yes, instructions. And I expect you to follow all of them,” he intoned darkly, reaching out to stroke a thumb over my cheek, leaving me breathless and rocking up on to the balls of feet to stay in contact with him just one second longer.
    His thumb followed the curve of my cheek down to my lips, ghosting along my lower lip. I shivered in anticipation when his other hand rose to cradle the back of my head, titling my face up towards him as he bent closer to me, his mouth mere inches from my own. I could feel his breath on my face and taste it as I inhaled. It was warm and sweet, and held the lingering traces of mint. My entire body thrummed with the desire to kiss him, to finally taste his lips and tongue.
    With unbridled passion he crushed my lips to his, his kiss fierce and demanding as if he would devour me inch by inch starting with my mouth. The hot line of his tongue pressed against my lips, seeking entrance, and I willingly obeyed. He eagerly drew my moan into himself as his tongue probed my mouth. My hands rose of their own volition to fist the front of his shirt, his skin hot and firm through the fabric. A deep rumble of pleasure vibrated through his chest and into my fingers in response to my hands tugging at his shirt, pulling him closer to me.
    I suddenly found myself turned and pressed up against the edge of his desk, the wood digging into my sore butt, making me moan in both pleasure and pain. Instinctively my legs rose and wrapped around him, pulling him tight against me so the hard line of his erection rubbed against my sex through our clothes. He growled into me before tearing his mouth away from mine, trailing his lips down to my neck where he peppered my skin with soft kisses.
    “God, I want to fuck you,” he breathed against my ear, the heat of his breath and the raw passion in his words making my center clench tightly, my back arching to press my breasts and stiff nipples against him.
    “Yes,” I moaned, my head falling back to expose my neck to him. His stubble scratched lightly against my skin while his mouth moved up and down my throat, lingering over my racing pulse which he licked with agonizing slowness. My nails dug into his shoulder through his shirt, his head snapping back as he hissed aloud at the pain which seemed to cool his desire long enough for him to collect his thoughts. Resting his forehead against mine he breathed raggedly, his eyes closed as he fought for control of his passion.
    “I think perhaps we had better go home… alone, before I really do end up fucking you right here on my desk,” he said in a pained voice. With gentle touches he disentangled my legs from their vice-like grip around his waist. Stepping back from me he ran a visibly shaking hand over his hair, his chest rising and falling with ever increasing slowness. I whimpered at the loss of his body pressed against mine, my blood still aflame with need and savage desire.
    “No arguments,” he added at the look of protest on my face. “One of us has to keep a clear head, and with all those newly awakened sensations buzzing around in your system, it certainly isn’t going to be you. Your first time should be special. I want you to feel as if you can’t live another second without my cock inside you when I fuck you for the first time.”
    “I feel like that now!”
    His chuckle was rich and dark like chocolate when he cupped my face gently. “My sweet innocent girl, you haven’t even begun to understand what need is.”
    I was about to voice my protests when he handed me my bag, careful not to touch me, whether out of fear of reigniting my desire, or his, I wasn’t sure. With a defeated sigh I accepted my bag and waited in the art room as he locked up his office and cleared away his painting supplies, throwing a large drop cloth over the canvas before I could get a good look