Dominate Showbiz: Media Tycoon Discovered My Talent-Chapter 135: The Way Lovers Would

With a slight pull at his face and a rise onto her toes, she pressed her lips against his, the kiss gentle yet lingering in the way first kisses were meant to feel like.

Antony’s mind went blank, his eyes blown wide instead of closing tightly like the girl whose hands were now resting so gently against his face and whose lips were exploring unhurriedly yet invitingly what his lips tasted like.

If dancing freed his body, producing music freed his mind, then perhaps the best way to describe how kissing felt to him right now was a soft, refined touch capable of freeing his heart.

His mind was no longer holding the reins now, for his heart had taken over completely.

His hands came up to cup both sides of her cheeks in return on their own, lips pressing down lower and lower until they fully claimed hers, and her heels once again touched the ground.

Soon enough, his lips decided they didn’t want to stop at simply grazing the softness beneath them.

They came together in subtle suction, nibbling her lower lip at first, then moving over her upper lip, until at last they parted as his tongue slid out, joining this heated pursuit.

"Antony..." His name slipped out in her shallow breaths, brushing warmly against his skin. "You’re... kissing me incredibly well, for your first time," she said, meeting his lips in a better rhythm than she had ever matched his steps in the waltz.

"Am I?" he replied with a small, satisfied smile, hidden between kisses. "I’m just doing what you’re making me feel like doing."

Her quiet compliment lifted whatever self-consciousness remained about how he was kissing her, about whether she was enjoying it.

His thumb pressed gently beneath her chin, inviting her to open her mouth a little wider as he began his careful exploration deeper.

"What does it feel like to you?" she asked, following his guidance as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Like the most intimate thing I’ve ever done, with anyone," he said through his own ragged breaths, "and perhaps the most dangerous, too."

Both his hands left her face as they traveled downward, first resting lightly around her neck, then tracing the edges of her shoulders, before dipping along the curve of her waist and holding her firmly there.

Each pause was a new discovery beneath his palms, each sending a different wave of sensation through him, making him shudder faintly in response.

Blood rushed downward unbidden, the heat that had gathered around his face and chest now pooling at that place between his legs in a way he had never felt for anyone, or anything, before.

That place began filling up, stretching out, pressing painfully against the layers of fabric confining it, heavier and heavier with every passing second.

Such a sensation had only ever happened in the mornings when he woke, a mild discomfort at best, never this burning need to be buried inside something warm and tight like how it felt right now.

His lips momentarily came to a halt, and so did the gentle squeeze of his hands around her waist.

"I’m afraid I’m not exactly thinking straight anymore," he said with great difficulty, gaze dropping downward. "My body is telling me it wants to do more things to you than just kissing, and I don’t think you’d want to find out what those things are."

Her gaze followed where his eyes were pointing, until it landed on the prominent bulge straining embarrassingly against his brown pants.

"Oh, I see what you mean..." she blurted at the sight, heat rushing to her cheeks.

Her hand extended toward the bulging shape, whispering softly, "If you wouldn’t mind, I could lend you a hand and make this aching go away."

Her hand hovered in the space between them without touching him just yet, blue eyes blinking up slowly, waiting for his permission.

His throat clenched hard from staring into those blue eyes alone.

Had she wrapped her slender fingers around his throbbing ache, he couldn’t possibly tell what kind of monster would be unleashed inside him, one he hadn’t even known existed until now.

"Kaikai..." he called to her, his voice and face alike drown in desperation.

"I don’t want a quick relief," he said. "What I want so badly right now is to touch you in places only lovers should touch each other."

Her lips curved into a sweet smile, the blue in her eyes softening with it. The hand suspended between them came to rest on his hand instead, guiding it away from her waist, then higher and higher, until it cupped warmly against the curve of her bosom.

The softness sent tingles up his palm, spreading fast across his skin, making the hair along his arm stand straight beneath the shirt fabric.

"If it wouldn’t disgust you," she whispered softly, "I wish to be touched by you the way lovers would, too."

In one smooth motion, she ended up in his arms the way a prince would carry his princess.

The music faded from the speakers, and her mask was pulled over her face along with the black cap.

The door to the ballroom swung wide open, the bottle of wine left behind, barely halfway through.

"Um... where are you taking me?" she asked, confusion written all over her face.

"To the reception," Antony replied, voice firm despite the fire burning inside him. "I should have booked a room for us as well when I reserved the ballroom, but I never accounted for this scenario, so... I suppose I’ll know better next time, for our next date."

Kaija fell completely silent, unable to utter a response, though perhaps the red tinge burning across his cheeks was answer enough. She snuggled closer in his arms, hiding not only her face, but also the shyness and excitement blazing there now.

Which room they got, she barely noticed, just pressing her ear to the chest of the man carrying her the whole time, listening to how his heartbeat was now far from steady rhythm, but a chaotic clash of strings and drums tangled together in one place.

The door to their room was kicked open rather than pushed, then slammed shut with the same impatient, violent force.

Her mask was quickly tugged down and her cap fell forgotten onto the floor when his lips met hers again, the rhythm faster and hungrier than before, no longer slow and exploratory like it had been in the dark of the ballroom.

"Maybe I should get washed up first," she said through ragged breaths between their kisses. "I’ve been out all day since morning, and I sweated a lot during the performance."

Her words only sent the bathroom door crashing open beneath his kicking foot, and moments later she found herself set down against the cold marble of the wide bathtub.

"Then let’s get washed up together," he said, lips still lingering on hers. "I’ve been sweating this entire time because of you, too."