Free Lust by K.M. Liss Page A

spell is broken and Sean stops kissing me abruptly, slipping out of my grasp and pushing me back, out of reach.
    He stands there, breathing heavily, raking his hair back in place with his hands, and taking a long, searching look at me.
    “I really shouldn't have done that, Christ... ” he says slowly, huffing out a long, tortured sigh.
    I stare at his eyes, hypnotized. There's far more than passion in his gaze. He's simmering with restraint and need.
    His lips glisten with a slick of moisture, reminding me of his taste.
    I don't care what he just said, I want so much more, and so does he.
    “I wanted you to, I still do,” I appeal honestly, holding his gaze.
    “ Fucking hell ,” he grinds out, “you think I don't want to? But it's not fair, or right, given the situation.” He looks toward the door and I panic, praying he doesn't leave.
    I step toward him and take his hand, loosely, in between both my palms. “Please don't go. Just sit with me, until I go to sleep.” I beg him. He pushes me away gently.
    “Go get in bed, right now , Lissa,” he commands, in a very strong tone of voice that will brook no refusal.
    As I obediently enter my bedroom and turn my bedside lamp on, I realize that I have little to no energy left for anything other than slipping out of my dress and shoes.
    As I turn, I see the clear evidence of my assault in the glass over the dressing table. I'm in instant floods. Wetness pours down my cheeks in a river.
    The sanctuary of my bed beckons, and I slip inside, enveloping myself between the soft coolness of the feather duvet and the familiar comfort of my mattress. “Ready,” I call out, as loudly as I can manage, choked by my tears.
    He arrives by my side, instantly taking in my emotional state. He grabs a tissue from the box and hands it to me. Then he kneels on the floor, by my bed, as I wipe my wet face.
    “You'll feel a lot better tomorrow. I'll leave my cell number for you. Text me as soon as you wake up, or call anytime, if you need to talk.”  He gently tucks a wet stand of hair behind my ear. “All you need to do is go to sleep, okay? ”
    “I guess so,” I croak.
    Our eyes lock and I just can't help it. I know I shouldn't, but I reach up, and my arms wrap themselves tightly around his wonderful neck, pulling him down.
    He tenses as I raise myself off the bed and press my open mouth to his throat. But as I run my tongue across the softness, tasting the light salt, and my nose captures his gorgeous scent, he seems to lose all resistance.
    His breathing ramps up as I kiss around his neck, and suddenly his mouth is on mine again. We kiss each other desperately, in a heated, wildly excited frenzy. His hands are all over my shoulders and my face, in my hair―and mine in all over his.
    I don't want this to stop. I don't want him to go. I need him and want him so goddamn bad.
    “ Sean, stay with me, please? I need you. ” I groan, trying to pull him onto the bed.
    He jerks back, and away from me.
    “ No, no, no, Lissa, ” he grinds out, as he stands up.
    “I'm sorry,” I say, cringing inside. I'm so acutely embarrassed by my actions. I wouldn't dream of behaving like this normally. I literally threw myself at him. Begging for it.
    He sighs noisily, raking his hair.
    “No I'm the one who should be sorry, fuck knows what's happened to my self control. I'm putting it down to emotional overload. And you've had far too much excitement for one day. You really need to get some sleep. I'm going now. I'll speak to you tomorrow, okay?” And he turns, walking away from me.
    With a last lingering look from the door, he says goodbye. “Night, beautiful.” And with a half smile, that tugs at my heart like nothing else, he leaves my sight.
    More heated tears rush to my eyes, but I'm not sure why I'm crying anymore. Is it that he calls me beautiful? That he's gone? That he had the strength to go, when he clearly didn't want to? That my body is crying out for him like nothing I've ever