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The Mafia Prince Series - Book One
Theodora Lane is one step away from achieving every designer's dream - Skye Maxwell. Thea is over the moon when she discovers the fashion icon herself has booked an appointment wit...
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I inhaled deeply as if it were my last breath when Conrad's lips landed on mine. All I could feel was the softness on my lips; the rest of my body was forgotten by my brain. In the ten seconds his lips had been in contact with mine, I'd realized two things: one, I forgot how to kiss, and two, my lips were chapped as hell. I should've at least licked them instead of chewing them like a mouse gnaws on cheese before the kiss.
When we parted, I slowly opened my eyes, a whirlwind of doubts floating in my head.
Did he not like it? Did my breath smell bad? Did he not like the taste of my lipstick?
"Stop overthinking," he reassured me, staring at me with his blue eyes. His English accent seemed so hot right now. Initially, it took me a while to understand, but now, even I started sounding a little like a Londoner.
"Then stop talking and start kissing." For the split second that my body started functioning again, I grabbed his collar greedily and reconnected our lips, hoping he would take over the rest of the process since my brain decided to shut down again and melt into a puddle like there were brain-eating amoebas swimming around.
His hand held my face, pressed against my cheek as he worked on my lower lip. His other hand grabbed the cushion in my lap and flung it across the room, and I squeaked in surprise when he grabbed my waist and hauled me towards him. I placed my hands on his rugged shoulders to steady myself as I put my weight on my knees, feeling his muscles flexing as he squeezed my waist.
"Mmm," I moaned breathily as we parted for air.
"Come back here," he groaned, pulling me onto his lap sideways and continuing to manipulate my lips. I slipped a hand into his hair as he squeezed my waist again and playfully pulled on it as he bit my lip. He groaned, sending a vibration across my body leaning against him.
When he slid his hand up my throat, I lost all reasonable thought. I gasped for air before he tugged me back, pulling me by my neck. I bit his upper lip, feeling the pricking of his stubble as I did. I knew I'd look like I ate a porcupine after this. His hand found my hair, and he gently held it, lifting up as he licked my lips. My moans were muffled against him as I pressed my chest into his, so much so that I almost looked flat.
I felt another vibration coming from somewhere lower and immediately stilled.
I didn't know it could do that.
Conrad groaned and rolled his eyes before laying his head back against the couch, breathing out unevenly. Me, on the other hand, I was a panting mess, even wheezing for a second when he left me. Boy was I out of breath. My lungs were probably deflated like a balloon. I might need an inhaler.
"Bloody hell." He said.
Holding me against him with his arm around my waist and over my thigh, he reached into his pocket, retrieving the annoying device that interrupted our seminal moment.
