“I highly doubt that.” She didn’t doubt that at all. The way her body was reacting to him and his words was completely foreign to her. She was grappling for control, but her physical attraction to him made it hard to think. Need to stay focused.

“Then kiss me.”

“What?” Her eyes opened up wide in surprise and her heart began to beat even faster. A wave of nervousness washed over her.

“Kiss me. If you are so sure you're not my mate - that fate is mistaken - then kiss me. If we’re not mates, then you have nothing to worry about. There won’t be a physical connection between is, just a run of the mill kiss. I’ll be nothing special to you and you’ll be nothing special to me.”

“I know what you’re trying to do. I don’t have to prove anything to you. Why would I do that?”

“Because you want to. Because since you stepped out of the bathroom you haven’t been able to take your eyes off me.” She immediately cast her eyes down and realized she agreed with him. Perhaps she should show him kissing her wouldn't be anything memorable for him and she wasn’t his mate. The only thing was, good or bad, it would be memorable for her. Her first kiss.

She was willing to sacrifice what should be a meaningful event for her, you only get one first kiss after all. But she wanted something in return for it.

“Fine, I’ll kiss you. But after I kiss you and you see that sparks did not indeed fly, I want my own room. Since it’ll be proven I am not your mate, then there is no reason to keep me here with you.”

He didn’t even take a second to think about it.

“Agreed.” He was that confident, arrogant. His all consuming stare was somewhat terrifying. He was the predator and she was the prey now calculating the best way to escape his clutches. “You’ll need to come closer.” His voice was a deep rumble that made her stomach tighten.

She inched her way to him making sure to keep a sliver of space between them so their bodies didn’t touch. At this close proximity, she had to crane her neck up to look at him. Here goes nothing.

She placed her hands on his hard chest and leaned up to quickly peck him on the lips. A low growl escaped him when she promptly drew away. He cupped the back of her head and brought her lips back to his snaking his other arm around her waist. The way he grabbed her was primal, possessive. The prey was trapped.

He couldn’t believe that he was finally tasting the soft lips of his woman. When she had come out of the bathroom wearing naught but tight, scant fabric that molded perfectly over her high round breasts and exposed her shapely thighs, his shaft grew so hard it began to ache. It took everything in him not to instantly rut on her like an animal.

Now energy soared through him stronger than ever. There was no doubt about it, she was his and just her kiss was making him stronger. For her, everything for her. Her full lips were warm against his and he dragged her hands up his chest to wrap around his neck. Hold onto me. Grab onto me and never let go.

He needed her like he needed the air to breathe. From this moment on, she was his life. She had brought him back to life. He gently ran his tongue across her lips but she didn’t give him entrance. When he took her bottom lip into his mouth, sucking it, she let out a gasp and that was all he needed.

He languidly stroked her tongue with his and pulled her closer. He needed to be as close as possible to her, needed her to cling to him. He was hungry for her, craved her and he feared he would never get his fill.

He slipped his hand underneath her shirt and began stroking her back relishing the warmth of her soft skin. She sighed into his kiss welcoming his touch, making his dick grow even larger and his balls even heavier. The rush he was experiencing was enough to make him dizzy

He could feel her nipples harden against him and he scented her arousal. Yes, she was enjoying this, wanted it. And he was more than happy to give.

The tingling sensations spread from her lips to her breasts and then down further. He was rubbing his tongue over hers sparking a desire for her to rub back. She didn’t know what she was doing, but her body’s instinct was taking over. She began to drag her breasts up and down against his chiseled body, feeling sensations she didn’t even know existed.

She knew she ought to pull back, lest she prove him right, but then the folds that led to her virgin sheath began pulsating with need. As if he could sense it, he pressed her harder into him as he backed their way to the bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed and positioned his thigh in between hers and placed both his hands on her hips. He began pushing her hips back and forth, rubbing her swollen clit, building the pressure inside her.

Her body seemed to be on fire from his touch, with every caress stoking her need further until she began bucking on his thigh without his direction. She could feel his erection straining against her with the same pressure growing inside him.

Her body was tightening, clenching. She felt as if she was being lifted higher and higher only to come crashing back down. She had never imagined this was what orgasming felt like. Had never had one before.

His hot hands had slipped down her back and into her shorts squeezing her ass, trying to spur her on to take this leap with him. “ Need this,” he rasped, “Need to give you this.” He began bucking his bulge into her belly in rhythm with her. The thin fabric of his boxers barely containing what was within.

Once she felt his dick pressing into her everything suddenly shot back into focus. “No!” she broke his kiss and maneuvered out of his grasp. “ You said a kiss. That was it. Only a kiss” They were both breathing heavily and an evil grin spread across his face.

“Aye, and what a kiss it was. Some might even say … special.” He won and he knew it too. Why did she let herself get so carried away? All she had to do was make sure neither she nor he enjoyed that kiss. Instead, he had almost brought her to come! With his leg! And she probably would have had she not stopped them. Her first kiss and her first orgasm - with him - she shuddered at the thought.

He had known exactly what he was doing. It made her start to wonder just how much experience he’d had. Her stomach began to twist from … jealousy? No, he wasn’t hers, she had no reason to be jealous of any other woman he might have done that exact same thing with.

She was furious with herself. Not only because of what had happened but now she was thinking about his other women? She should be thinking about how to spin this so she wouldn’t be stuck in the same bed as him tonight and for who knows how long after. She racked her brain but came up with nothing.

“Now, you’re not going to try and deny the obvious, are you?” She couldn’t bear to look at him, knowing he donned an annoying look of satisfaction. He crooked his finger under her chin and raised it so that she had to look him in the eye. “Don’t tell me it wasn’t good for you too,” he turned her head to the side and spoke sinfully in her ear, “I can smell your need. And I can ease that ache you feel between your legs.”

She slapped his hand away and took a step back. Smell my need? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Just then she realized her panties were wet. She was so caught up she hadn’t even realized the full effect of what had happened. And he said he could smell it.

Heat rushed to her face and she fell prey to her first instinct when it came to extreme humiliation. Hide. She darted to the bathroom and locked the door behind her - as if that could stop him. Still, it made her feel better to know it was locked as she leaned on the door and then slid down to the ground. Hugging her knees to her chest she stared blankly ahead not even trying to think of what to do next.