Page 15 of Razor's Flame


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“Liar.” He grins, sliding into his chair. “Go ahead and laugh. I’m not ashamed to admit that I want you as close as fucking possible.”

“Me too.”

“Yeah?” His eyes heat as his gaze travels across my face, his expression lighting up. “Fuck. I like knowing that.”

My stomach clenches, heat pooling low in my belly. I love the way he looks at me like he wants to eat me instead of whatever’s on his plate. He exudes sex without even trying. It’s not hard to see why the whole world went crazy for him and his bandmates. He’s way too damn hot for words.

Especially when he’s got those skilled hands on my body. Had he not stopped us this morning, I don’t think I would have stopped. He touched me, and I went up in flames. I wanted to burn. I still do.

“Goddamn, pretty baby,” he growls. “You keep looking at me like that, and I’ll be eating you for dinner instead of my meal.”

“What if that’s what I want, Razor?” I ask, boldly holding his gaze.

He growls a wordless warning.

“I came out here to tell you something.”

“What?” he asks, wrapping his hands around the arms of his chair as if he’s trying to force himself to keep them off me. His chest rises and falls in a harsh rhythm, his cheeks flushing.

“That I lied to you earlier.”

His eyes fall to half-mast, glittering with a silent question. With challenge. “Oh, yeah? What’d you lie about, Adalynn?”

I take a deep breath and then exhale it and tell the truth. “I’m not falling for you,” I whisper. “I already fell.”

“Fuck.”

“I’m in love with you, too.” My teeth sink into my bottom lip. “All of me is yours if you want it.”

“You’re playing with fire, baby.”

I smile at his warning, pleased to know I affect him as easily as he does me. “Yeah? That’s good, then. I always liked the heat, Razor.”

The way he rumbles my name is the only warning I get before he’s on me, lifting me out of my chair and into his lap. His mouth slants down over mine in a hot, possessive kiss, his hand spearing into my hair to hold me steady.

I moan into his mouth, clinging to his broad shoulders.

Good grief, this man can kiss like no other. He annihilates my defenses, scorching every single last one of them to ash with his lips on mine and his hard body beneath me. His erection digs into my bottom, letting me know clearly just how desperately this caveman wants me.

I want him with the same intoxicating intensity. I think I could live off him and his kisses. They’re more vitalizing than anything I’ve ever tasted. He’s more real than anything I’ve ever felt.

“Fuck,” he groans, breaking away from my lips to press his forehead to mine. His breath comes in a ragged pant. “I need to feed you before I fuck you.”

I whine in disappointment, not thrilled with this plan at all. I want him all over me, and I don’t want to wait. Who needs food when I can have him instead?

“I know, pretty baby,” he croons, soothing me. “But I plan to work that perfect little pussy hard tonight. So, you’re just going to have to humor me and let me feed you before I fuck you. You’ll need your energy for what I have in store for you.”

“Fine,” I mutter, pouting. “But I don’t like it.”

He chuckles, brushing his lips across mine.

I expect him to put me back in my seat, but he doesn’t. He simply tucks me up against his chest and pulls the cover off his plate. My stomach growls loudly as the aromas of freshly baked bread and home-cooked pot roast waft toward me.

“Did you have a good talk with your sister?” he asks, cutting into a potato with a fork and holding the bite out to me.

I lean forward, taking it from the fork. My eyes roll back in my head as the buttery taste melts on my tongue. It’s so good. And I’m freaking starving.

“Fucking hell.” Razor’s eyes darken to a stormy blue, and they’re riveted to my face. “Feeding you is sexy as hell, Adalynn. Especially with you moaning like that.”

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