Free Mastered by His Touch-Complete Box Set by Skylar Cross Page B

down and put the glass on the round table.
     
    His eyes refocused on mine. The humming buzzing cloud of magnetism was back. Torrents of wet sparks gushed out of me uncontrollably. I didn't care anymore.
     
    I wasn't sure if I was moving toward him or he was moving toward me. All I know is that neither of us could help it, apparently.
     
    "Hmm, no, doesn't ring a bell," I said. "Give me some more details."
     
    I chugged down the last of my drink and put the empty glass on the table next to his. I almost touched his arm.
     
    "You melted when I put my key in the hole and our hands touched," he said. "I could smell your heat. I could almost taste you. Now do you remember?"
     
    Somehow we had become about an inch apart. I felt the heat from his body on my chest. My nostrils filled with the scent of sea salt and musky pine. Tingles drifted all over my skin. My toes clamped up.
     
    "Oh, yeah," I said, "I think it's coming back to me."
     
    Kiri, stay focused.
     
    Oh, fuck focus, I want this.
     
    "Maybe this will fire up your memory," he says as he grabs me by the waist and kisses me full force on the mouth.
     
    It was inevitable. There was no way either of us could be in the same space any longer and not become one.
     
    I become a puddle of horny girl as I dissolve into him. His tongue becomes mine as it dances in my mouth.
     
    Then he stops and pushes me away.
     
    "No," he says. "This is wrong! It's just wrong, Kiri."
     
    What the fuck? Nooooooooooo! It's so right, dammit.
     
    "What do you mean?" I say.
     
    He looks at me with a cruel squint from two feet away.
     
    "You really don't remember, do you?" he says.
     
    "Remember what?" I say.
     
    His look becomes intense like he can't figure out what to do. Like he's being torn apart by something.
     
    "You're twenty-four," he says.
     
    "Yes?" I say, perplexed.
     
    "Twenty-four years old," he repeats, like he's trying to convince himself.
     
    "How old did you think I was?"
     
    "You're a grown woman. A fully grown woman. Possibly the most stunning woman I've ever seen in my life. I wasn't expecting that when I first saw you. I really wasn't. You threw me for a loop. It wasn't part of my plan at all to be so attracted to you."
     
    Okay, this is getting weird.
     
    "So really, it's okay," he said. "Really it's okay for me to kiss you."
     
    Before I have a chance to get creeped out by this, he moves forward and kisses me again. Harder than before. And again I crumble as our tongues meld.
     
    Hard chest muscles seem to want to rip the fabric of his shiny shirt to get to me. My hands find his back under his jacket, which feels like it was forged from iron. He pulls me into him so hard I think I might pass right through him.
     
    Then his mouth is down my neck.
     
    Oh God, I'm gone. So delightfully gone. Totally out of control. No going back. That's okay. I don't want to go back.
     
    He does amazing things with my neck, swirling his tongue all around, licking up to my ear.
     
    The moist sound of his mouth on my ear is the sound of pure heaven. My pussy is jumping out of my drenched panties by this time.
     
    His hands find the small of my back and press in, holding me as my head falls backwards and his mouth finds my chest.
     
    He crouches down, lifting up the green camisole I wear under my suit jacket. In a flash, he's down at my belly button, exposing my tummy. He sinks his tongue into my belly button, sending jolts all the way up and down my body.
     
    At the same time, he undoes my skirt and pulls it down.
     
    Yes! shouts my pussy.
     
    He dives his face into my crotch over my panties. My clit tries to reach out and grab him through the fabric.
     
    In one swift motion, he wipes the martini glasses off the table. They smash on the tile floor. At the same time, he spins me around and roughly pushes me face down onto the table.
     
    Oh fucking God yes!
     
    He puts his hand under the band of my panties and rips. I catch a flash of them floating off, riding the