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“Goddamn,” he mutters, his jaw clenching. “Why do you have to be such a fucking temptation?”
My breath catches. “You think I’m a temptation?”
He laughs, his eyes glinting. “You’re like a ripe, juicy peach. Hell, it’s all I can do not to sink my teeth into you. I could lap you right up and come back for more.” His voice roughens. “I could devourall of you.”
Lust bolts through me so fast that I’m suddenly glad he’s holding me or I might sink to the ground. Never has a man spoken to me with such raw intensity, almost as if he can barely restrain himself.
I curl my hands into his shirt. Our lower bodies are pressed together. Again, I feel the hard bulge in his jeans, but it’s pressing against my belly this time.
Lord in heaven. This is all so strange…and fascinating. I should be afraid of him, but I’m not. And as much as I want—need—to get away from him, at the moment, I have no desire to escape his incredibly warm, strong grip. It feels like the safest place in the entire universe.
He’s still watching me, his dark gaze so penetrating it’s as if he can see past all my shields and layers right to the very heart of me.
Never has anything madeless sense, but I’ve spent so many years relying on no one but myself that I’ve learned how to trust my own instincts. Heck, my instincts areallI’ve been able to trust, especially after my mother hooked up with Eddie. And I know beyond a doubt that Dane Armstrong would never hurt me.
He could, however, make me scream in pleasure.
You’re a goddess. You’re fucking perfect.
His words are like seeds, flourishing inside me in bright bursts of color and light.
A shudder rocks me, pushing me closer against him. He clenches his teeth, even as one of his hands slips down to the curve of my bottom.
“Hannah.” He lowers his head to look me in the eye. “I’m bringing you in. I always finish my jobs. But damn if you’re not turning this into the toughest assignment I’ve ever had.”
“Good,” I whisper.
He chuckles again, and his warm breath brushes against my lips. Our bodies are sealed together so tightly not even air could get between us. My blood pulses. He’s such aman, all hard muscles like the carved rock of a cliff and a strength that feels like it could rotate the earth itself.
As if he knows how he makes me feel, he slides his gaze to my mouth. His eyes darken.
I struggle to pull air into my lungs. Despite the cool night, I’m hot from the inside out. His erection is even harder, and I desperately want to squirm against it.
He brings his hand up to my cheek. I struggle against the urge to nestle against his big palm, which feels strong enough to carry any weight in the world.
“We’re supposed to be enemies,” he rasps, his voice gravelly with frustration. “Predator and prey. War and peace. Love and hate. There’s no fucking middle ground with us. We’ll always be on opposite sides.”
“Maybe.” I search his face, my heart beating like the wings of a hummingbird. “But I wouldn’t feel like this if you were really my enemy. I don’t think you would either.”
He breathes out a low curse. Then he lowers his head and crashes his mouth down on mine.
A thousand fireworks explode inside me. I tighten my grip on his shirt, shocked by both the sensation and how badly I want more of his intense possessiveness. He loosens his hold slightly, almost as if he’s giving me a chance to back away, before increasing the pressure of the kiss.
Heat swirls through me. I part my lips, an involuntary moan escaping my throat. He glides his tongue into my mouth, slowing the pace, his body tensing with restraint.
As many times as I’ve imagined being kissed, nothing could compare to the mind-blowing reality ofthis. It’s like he’s tasting me right before he gets ready to devour me whole.
All thought falls away, overwhelmed by the cataclysmic burst of pleasure. I sink into him, my breasts pillowing against his chest. Little fires ignite in my blood, pouring heat right into my core.
He turns us both, not breaking the contact of our mouths. My back hits the brick wall of the alley. He plants both hands on either side of my head, caging me in his arms at the same instant that he bites on my lower lip.
As inexperienced as I may be, some deep instinct recognizes the increasing tension and lust winding through him.
The lust I can satisfy.
I let my head fall back, reveling in the sensation of our lips clinging together. He brings his hand up to cup my breast, flicking his thumb over my tight nipple. I squeeze my thighs together to ease the wild, desperate ache.
The ache he can ease.
