Page 70 of Haunted Spurs

A second later, her mouth is on mine again.

It's a rough, hungry kiss, stripped of any compromise. My tongue slides against hers in a brazen, dominant dance, while her lips press against mine with an urgency that knocks the wind out of me. Her hands slide up my neck and bury themselves firmly in my hair. She grips it. She yanks it hard, tilting my head back.

God... I fucking love it when she pulls my hair.

The jolt of pleasure is so sharp, so sudden, that I absolutely cannot hold back a grunt.

Hearing the sound, Selene can't hold back a smile, which blooms against my mouth.

I'm not the type to keep score, but... at this point, I think we're definitely tied, one to one.

I can't hold back anymore. I lift her entirely off the ground, anchoring her to me. She instinctively crosses her ankles behind my back, and I start trailing hot, wet kisses down the curve of her neck.

My hand rests on her hip, then slowly slides up her ribcage until it grazes the soft side of her breast.

I missed this, fuck. I missed her breasts... I love them.

A low, broken whine slips past her lips. It's the sexiest fucking sound I've ever heard.

I press her harder against the wall. With her wrapped around my waist, my rock-hard erection presses unmistakably right between her thighs. I am marble. Hard, burning up, and desperately craving all her attention.

Selene rolls her hips. A slow, grinding movement that drives me insane.

"Do that again," she gasps, her voice husky and heavy with need.

"Do what?" I murmur against her skin. I grip her hips with both hands and thrust my pelvis up again, grinding my erection against her core. "This?"

She lets out a confused sound, halfway between a nod and a wet, whimpering moan of pure assent.

"See?" I gently bite her earlobe. "How could you even think about never wanting to do this again?"

Selene pants, tightening her grip on my hair. "If you keep talking like that, I might just come to my senses and back out, new-cowboy."

Hmm.

The provocation stops me. I pull back slightly, pulling away from her neck just enough to look her in the eyes. My hands stay anchored to her waist; I stare at her with absolute intensity.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Selene? Because this is your cue to come to your senses and stop me. Because like I told you... I have no intention of—"

She closes the distance and shuts me up, pressing her lips forcefully against mine again.

"Talking? No, Willers. I hate talking," she whispers a millimeter from my mouth. Then, her lips curve into a brazen smirk, and this time she makes zero effort to hide it. "Didn't you say there are a couple of specific occasions when you actually manage to shut up?"

My blood roars in my ears. This woman is the death of me.

I push her arms up, pinning her wrists flat against the wall above her head. She arches her back, leaning into my touch, exposing herself completely to me.

I lower my face, barely brushing her full, sensual lips with mine.

"I just want to make sure you really want this," I murmur.

She answers by wrapping her legs tighter around my waist, locking me into an iron grip that drags me straight to heaven. Then she sinks her teeth into my lower lip.

I groan. It's a raspy sound, born of pain instantly melting into liquid pleasure.

"You still haven't answered me," I remind her, licking my lip.

"And you are still talking," she shoots back, her dark eyes burning with challenge in the dim light. "I might hate you a little less if you used that damn mouth for something else."