“Why?”
“Why what, why do I want to kiss you, truthfully I have no idea at all, normally I’m not one to do a lot of kissing but I just have this overwhelming urge…”
He had been moving closer the whole time he was talking and Brie was caught off guard as he pushed her back on the bed, pinned with his body and began to kiss her unlike anything she had ever dreamed a kiss would be. Nothing she had read or seen on the movies had prepared her for this as a first kiss and all she could do was lay back and let him do it. It was made even more astounding by the fact she liked how he kissed and how his arms were around her and he was coaxing her somehow to wrap her arms around him.
When she did, he deepened the kiss and it turned to something indescribable. The hand not attached to the arm he had around her neck was moving over her in a slow searching manner and hers was mimicking his movements with a life of its own. She felt him moan against her mouth and press his body tighter to hers and she moved to make it more comfortable for both of them. What the hell was he doing to her and worse yet, why was she allowing it? This was her body on her bed in her room and she was letting a complete stranger touch and kiss her like no one had ever done either before. She didn’t even know his name, but oh gods, she didn’t care as he continued on.
It was his brother who interrupted them and he didn’t seem to be aware that neither of them had any desire to be interrupted. “Michael, Edward, Fleur and I are going out for breakfast. Do you want to come along?”
He raised his mouth from hers long enough to answer the question. “No I don’t want to go to bloody breakfast, now shut the bloody door and leave us the hell alone.”
He didn’t give her time to escape him and as she sank into the feelings of his kisses again, she couldn’t resist saying his name. “Michael?”
“Michael James Livingstone Ice queen, now give me your mouth and let’s go back to what we were both enjoying so very much before my bloody brother had to spoil it. And you are no ice queen love, if anything, the way you set a man’s blood on fire, they should call you anything but the ice queen.”
His voice carried no falsehoods and Brie let him take command of her senses again. He was right, she had been enjoying it, and she liked it even more as he took her back to that frame of mind where all she felt was his body and his kisses. God, he was perfect, he felt good, smelled good and tasted even better. He didn’t maul or grab or at her, in truth his hands touched her as if she was a fragile piece of glass and was frightened if he touched her too hard she might break.
When he did finally pull back he touched her face and looked at her with regret. “God fire queen, I have to do something I have no desire to do. I need to stop for a while.”
She watched him sit up and moved to the same position. “Can I ask what happened?”
“You, you happened, you set my blood on fire. I’ve never in my life been so hungry for a woman. Oh don’t think I’ve never been with a woman, but not one that made me fight to keep myself control. Most of my encounters have been just that, encounters. Nothing beyond a quick roll in bed then went our separate ways. I liked it that way. Even when Fleur told me you were a virgin, I had my doubts, I mean these days, and you being over eighteen, it just didn’t seem possible to me.”