Stolen Breaths by Pamela Sparkman Read Free Book Online Page B

trapped. His mouth was inches from mine and my breath hitched. I focused on his eyes; his eyes focused on my lips. The heat from his body moved through mine as he slowly and methodically moved closer.
    “Lily, why are you running from me?” he whispered.
    “I’m not,” I managed to whisper back.
    Still keeping his lips close enough to mine that his breath was now mixing with my own, he said, “Then why am I chasing you?”
    I say nothing. I can’t.
    He moved ever so slightly to whisper in my ear, “I caught you.”
    I felt his lips kiss my neck, lightly – like a butterfly kiss as he brushed across my sensitive skin. I realized that my hands were touching his chest. He had walked right into them when he stalked toward me, and I could feel the rapid beat of his heart through his shirt. I was melting into the wall and the only thought in my head at that moment was Cooper and what he was doing. I was completely aware that his hand was touching the skin around my waist just barely under the hem of my shirt and I also was still very aware that his other hand had not moved from the wall, but now his arm was slightly bent at the elbow for the sake of coming closer.
    He kissed my throat and worked his way to the other side of my neck and up toward my other ear, slow and delicate. No rushing, just easy feather-like caresses. I could feel his grip on my hip tighten and I heard a faint moan escape the back of his throat.
    “Lily,” he whispered raggedly, “I want to kiss you so bad.”
    Those words, this moment, the seductive tone in his voice, all of it, I fell apart – like pieces of torn paper scattered on the ground. He was my undoing. His lips slowly traced up toward my jaw and for the first time I could feel his tongue on my skin, sending a wave of heat and chills over me. He made his way toward my mouth and then stopped.
    “Lily, look at me,” spoken just above a whisper. “Tell me again.”
    Completely lost in the moment, opening my eyes seemed like a very difficult task. I did, and looked directly into his dark brown eyes that now looked like black pools.
    “Tell you what?”
    Cooper palmed my face, holding me like a precious cup containing a drink he was longing to taste. “Tell me you want me to kiss you.”
    My eyes closed again on their own volition when his words fell from his lips and made a home inside my heart.
    “Say it. Please, I need to hear you say it.” He paused. “And I need to see your eyes, Lily.”
    I opened my eyes once again, searching the depths of his gaze as I breathed out the words in a hushed voice, “I want you to kiss me.”
    He was looking at me the way I was looking at him; taking his time to consume me. I felt completely lost in him, like we had somehow melted into each other. Then, when he was satisfied that our spirits had connected, he leaned in and touched his lips against mine, gently, barely connecting at first. He parted his lips and brushed his tongue against mine, and in that moment his kiss whispered secrets meant only for my soul to hear. He had shattered me with his touch, and was piecing me back together with his kiss. Bit by tiny bit. Every motion was soft, yet powerful. And every part of him caressed over me much like warm water rippling against the sandy shore. His kiss slowly and tenderly intensified as he deepened our connection; the kiss of a man who wanted to tell me something that he had no words for.
    He pulled back and brushed his thumb across my cheek, looking into my eyes like he was searching for something. He dropped his head to my forehead and exhaled, and I followed his lead, trying to catch my breath. I still had my hands on him and had, at some point, gripped his shirt and had it twisted in my fists. I gradually let go and laid my palms flat on his chest.
    Still taking slow breaths he said, “You have no idea what you do to me, Lily. You completely undo me.”
    I moved my hands up and touched each side of his beautiful face and looked into his