Mine to Claim by A.C Arthur
Release Date: April 8th 2014
Excerpt from MINE TO CLAIM
By A.C. Arthur
© A.C. Arthur, 2014
I thought he was going to kiss me.
Then I thought, no way!
But yes and yes.
His lips touched mine in a quick heated moment, so fast I almost choked on the air that was trapped in my lungs. My hands went to his chest but not of their own free will. I felt captured and taken and I wasn’t doing anything to stop it.
The pressure of his mouth pressed against mine was intense, so much so that my eyes fluttered closed just as the butterflies that had been dancing around in my stomach since seeing him walk into that apartment, circled swiftly then plummeted completely. The anticipatory feeling rested in my center where it grew to a persistent throb just as his tongue swiped a warm path over my still closed lips.
Open your mouth. Kiss him back.
My body roared for my mind to hear and take note. It clearly wanted more.
My mind, on the other hand, was wondering what I was doing here—how did I get here and how did I end up in his arms? Wasn’t this wrong on some common sense level? Or was it just a natural attraction, one that I’d been waiting all my life to act on?
To hell with the Q&A, I opened my mouth and let him inside. It was sweet and intoxicating all at once, the touch of his tongue against mine in that first deep plunge. My head spun, my knees buckled, and I was thankful for his arms wrapped tightly around me. He tilted his head, I tilted mine in the opposite direction. He pulled his tongue out and I wanted to scream for more. My eyes opened and I was shocked to see him staring back at me. As if he heard that plea he plunged again and I drank it all in like the thirst I’d had for this type of physical connection had lasted a lifetime.
Suddenly my fingers were clenching his shirt, turning the material over and over, pulling on it as if I wanted the shirt off, out of the way. Then there would be skin, the skin of his muscled chest where I now felt the incessant beat of his heart. I pushed my body closer to his, thinking that maybe this heat he emanated would soothe the tingles rippling through me. It worked and then again it didn’t. I wanted more. I needed more, from him, from this guy named Aidan Sanchez who nobody on campus knew a damned thing about. Nobody, including me.