Star of His Heart - Brenda Jackson [58]
Christy stiffened her spine and glared up at him. “Yes. It was a promise.”
“It meant nothing!”
“It meant everything to me, Alex!”
“I’m eight years older than you!”
“So! I’ll be twenty-one in a few months.”
“Then I’ll be seven years older than you. You need to date guys closer to your own age.”
“I’ve never wanted anyone but you.”
“I’m a man, Christy.”
“And I’m a woman, Alex.”
By now they were nose to nose. Anger and tempers flared. Then suddenly, so did passion. Alex’s gaze dropped from the angry fire in Christy’s eyes to her peeved, parted lips. They were lips he had an immediate need to taste.
And so he did.
He pulled her into his arms and seized her mouth like the hungriest of men. Because at the moment, he was. His tongue swept inside and only after hesitating a few seconds, she responded to him with a burst of passion that nearly staggered him, kissing him back with a fervor that made him forget anything and everything, except for her. She tasted like heaven, and a rush of desire he had never felt before tore into him. He wanted more of her.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and slowly lifted her off her feet, closer to him. Their tongues mated, and they were helpless to the hot, searing need they were building within each other.
Unable to help himself when the urge to touch all that skin had tortured him all night, he lowered his hand and dipped it beneath the hem of her short dress and curved his hand possessively over the curvaceous swell of her soft behind. Pulling her forward, closer to him, he pushed his pelvis against hers.
He heard her moan, some unintelligible sound from deep within her throat, and knew this kiss they were sharing was the most intimate he had shared with a woman in a long time. He intensified the kiss when Christy tightened her arms around his neck, and he gripped her behind more firmly, cradling the very essence of her heat to him.
Alex knew then that kissing her wasn’t enough. He wanted to taste her all over. He wanted to join himself with her in the most primitive way. At the moment, he couldn’t think straight. He couldn’t think at all. His mind was in a state of frenzy. His body was about to explode, and he wanted to be inside of her when it did.
He was about to lower her to the floor when the sound of a car’s horn brought him back to his senses. He lowered Christy back to her feet and breathed in deeply, trying to regain control. He released her from his hold because he was too confused not to do so. He rubbed his hand over his face and wondered what the hell had just happened. One minute he and Christy had been yelling at each other and the next they were trying to devour each other’s mouths.
Alex glanced over at her. She seemed as shaken with the kiss as he did. Her chest was rising and falling as she tried to get her breathing back on track. “Christy? You okay?”
She nodded before taking a few steps and burying her face against his chest. Instinctively, he tightened his hold on her.
“I’m sorry, Christy. I don’t know what I was thinking,” he groaned, his voice muffled by the torment he felt. He couldn’t believe he had just kissed her that way. He glanced down at her and when he did, she lifted her head and looked at him. She drew in a long, deep, shuddering breath and as he continued to watch her, her lips, he thought, curved into a delicious, satisfied smile. “Don’t apologize, Alex. That kiss was worth the eight-year wait. It was real nice.”
He inhaled deeply, thinking that if anything, it had been hard and greedy. His desire for her had come on him fast and furious. For some reason he now wanted to show her what a “nice kiss” was like. Feeling his willpower dwindling, being shot to hell, he cupped the back of Christy’s head and lifted her face closer to his. He leaned down and gently parted her lips with the tip of his tongue. Slipping inside he kissed her tenderly, the way a nice kiss should be. His hand moved across her back, down her spine