Broken Promises

“Follow my lead,” he said as he moved slightly, placing us at the one of the theater’s walls. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine—a thrill shooting through me that almost rivaled my fear. “You need to look like you’re into it. We need them to think we’re caught up in whatever’s happening. Come on, kissing me isn’t that bad, is it?” He didn’t wait for my answer as he pressed his body closer and recaptured my mouth.

My knees naturally weakened as he kissed me like his life depended on it. For all the gentleness he could show, there wasn’t a trace of it as he gave full rein to his hunger and desire. There was no keeping my body from responding.

Like a spark to kindle, it ignited my own passion, and I kissed him back just as intensely. This time I didn’t wait for him to make the first move, I parted my lips and broke through his—needing to taste.

Over and over our tongues danced, his hands riding up my back until his fingers found my hair. He gently gripped my ponytail and took advantage of how it opened me up to him better. When I didn’t stifle the groan it produced, he deepened the kiss to a point where I felt I would shatter.

Somewhere in my mind, I knew we were surrounded by danger but the performance needed to be convincing. My hands pulled his shirt free and I moaned as my fingers connected with his skin. He was hot, a feverish heat pulsating under my touch and as I dragged my nails up over his back, Quinn rocked against me with his hardened body.

A chuckle pushed its way into the passionate storm we’d created, and it reminded me why we were there—how easy it was to become distracted. I broke the connection and moved my lips across his jaw, kissing and nipping along the way. I gently tugged on his ear with my teeth, allowing my tongue to lick along the edge. Quinn ground his body into mine again, and I almost lost my mind.