Inheritance

Chapter 32

"Here. Let me help." His pink tongue swept across my lips, collecting the leftover chocolate. The look in his eyes was unsettling. The way the outdoor candlelights had elucidated his amber bulbs made them appear brighter and bolder than they normally were.

"Kendall!" I whisper-yelled, but he simply stared back at me in mock concern. 

Rather, his focus appeared to shift to the plated gelato, which temptingly sat within the fancy confines of its tray. Using the now freed spoon, he inserted a substantial amount of cream into his mouth. Leaning over me, he determinedly connected our lips as the gelato transferred from his mouth to mine. The act had been done with such precision that I had no choice but to expand my jaw wider, allowing the cool substance to pass through. 

When his tongue began to massage the sides of my gums, the blissful flavoring of the dessert spread throughout my buds. The coolness of the gelato conflicted noticeably with the heated moisture of his tongue. Using a hand to reach the back of my hair, he managed to tilt my head at a surprisingly comfortable angle before gradually easing us into a fiery kiss.

Briefly pulling away, he patted his lap and signaled for me to come to him. Panning my head across the room, I confirmed that we were thankfully alone. The validation was all I needed before I found myself eagerly sitting on top of him. 

With my back rested along his sturdy chest, one of his knees wedged itself between my legs and his hand moved across my stomach, locking me into place. His other hand grabbed another spoonful of gelato, lathering it along my neckline and collarbone.

"Kendall, what are you doing!" I gasped, shocked by the way he held no reservations, even in a place as fancy and pristine as the one we currently resided. The establishment most likely had cameras. Everywhere.

Yet, the only remark I received was his soft lips friskily connecting with the bare skin of my neck. I released a small moan, as his tongue cleaned up the intentional spillage, then sucked profusely around the area. My arm went around his shoulder to brace myself, while I watched his head become one with my neck. Pulling back his hair, I moved his lips from the bruising skin, desiring another one of his tantalizing kisses.

He seemed to read my mind, as he brought his lips to mine and allowed us to engage in another heated lip exchange. Tongue-to-tongue and temple-to-temple, sparks seemed to fly as I became lost in the abyss that accompanied his cherry-scented smooches. Were all kisses supposed to feel this good...taste this good?

 When I used my teeth to tug on his bottom lip, he released a husky grunt. He did the same in return, pulling on my plush lips until a loud popping sound was heard. From there, we engaged in a battle of teeth, tongue, lips, and shared moans.

His hand on my stomach transitioned to the inner part of my leg. I closed my eyes, silently wishing that he'd finger me for the second time tonight. It became even harder to focus on the evolving nature of our kiss, when his hand swiftly connected to the innermost area of my thigh, just before that region.

"Well, well. When I heard the two of you were up here, I have to say that this was not what I was expecting." 

That voice. There was no mistaking who it belonged to. 

Kendall and I immediately distanced ourselves, as our heads simultaneously turned in the direction of the uninvited member. There, Gregory Connor stoically stood by the entrance to the terrace. With his head held high, he stared down at us in a belittling regard. His demeanor held an unrecognizable emotion, which clung along the harps of my tongue, waiting to be named.

"Gregory. What are you doing here?" Kendall didn't attempt to hide his contempt, as his irritation for the man was clearly made visible.

"Did you forget your manners? That is no way to greet your next mayor." Gregory prodded, stepping forward and more comfortably into the room.