His thoughts were taking him into extremely pleasurable, extremely distracting territory. Just as he’d decided to rein them in so he didn’t maul this woman with heated kisses right here on the sidewalk, bright orange and yellow lights exploded across the sky, followed by a resounding boom.
Hercules grabbed Brenna and pressed her against the building. She made a little “eep!” sound before going soft in his arms, and he was shocked to realize that despite her fear over whatever else was going on in her life, she trusted him.
“Hercules, what are you doing?” she asked.
He looked down at her face—there was no fear whatsoever. Mostly puzzlement, and, when he took in a breath to scent the air? Arousal.
Brenna cleared her throat. “Um, not that I mind your big, strong arms, but that’s just a firework someone set off.”
Another loud boom filled the air, but he didn’t look up at the sky—he focused on the woman in front of him. Bright lights reflected against her eyes, which were locked on his. She licked her lips. He couldn’t look away from her mouth; it wasn’t physically possible for him to tear his gaze from her.
He dipped his head toward hers and said, “I want to kiss you.”
“I want that, too.” She sounded breathless.
He’d never heard sweeter words. With a low growl of need in the back of his throat, he tilted his head and pressed his lips to her mouth.
Fuck. She tasted divine. He wanted to bury himself inside of her, caress her skin, taste every inch of her.
She moaned softly and he touched his tongue to her lips. He wasn’t sure if it would shock her or whether she’d like it, but to his pleasure, she opened her mouth, allowing him in.
He clutched her hips and deepened the kiss while pressing against her body, feeling the way she molded to him. His dick was hot, heavy, desperate for release, but he ignored it because his primary goal was kissing this gorgeous woman.
