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“I don’t know why I’m here.” My voice trembles. I can’t look at him. Can’t meet his eyes.
What am I doing here? What possessed me?
“That’s not true.”
My eyes snap to his at the sound of his rough timbre. “What?”
He wets his lip slowly, his eyes so fixed on me I feel as though he’s seeingintome. “You know exactly why you’re here, Kitten.”
Lifting my chin, I shuffle just a little closer to him. Still, we’re not touching, but I can feel the hot heat ofhim whispering against my flesh, drawing shivers from the deep of me. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
His eyes narrow, but there’s a twitch to his lips that makes me think he’s biting back a grin. “Try again.”
Heat prickles my skin where moments ago, I’d shivered. He knows what I want, I realize. He knows what I need.
He wants me to say it.
I’m not sure I can, though, and feel my eyes shift to the side where I can see the dark mouth of the hall waiting for me to make my escape.
I’m not sure I can do that either, but I don’t have to because he speaks, and his words—his tone—is a warning. “Don’t think about it, Kitten.”
“Think about what?”
“Running.” He dips his head and I catch the scent of something darkly warm and potent. My gaze travels to his desk and I see it. The glass of whiskey. “I’ll chase and I’ll catch you.”
Breath shudders from between my lips. “What then?”
His hands fist at his sides. “Run and find out,” he dares. “Or stay and tell me what you came for.”
His words have such a visceral effect on me, I feel each one like a physical caress. My skin heats, tiny prickles of awareness rising over every inch of me. Anache settles at my core, heavy and bordering on pain as a wet heat spills between my legs. Under my oversized beer t-shirt, my breasts feel unusually heavy and firm, my nipples achingly sensitive.
“I tried to make myself cum in the shower,” I whisper, and he hisses in breath. “I touched myself like you touch me, but it didn’t work. I can’t—Icouldn’tmake myself cum.”
“Hell.” His jaw clenches hard, his fists harder.
He wanted me to say it, so I say it. “I want you to make the pain go away. I want you to make me cum.”
“Fuck, Kitten.” His words are a sharp curse that edges a prayer. Then he’s fisting my shirt at my belly, dragging me into the room and hauling my body against his. Flames wick at my core, threatening to devour me head to toe as he drops his mouth to mine, kissing me like I’m water and he’s been trapped in the desert. He kisses me like I’m the very thing that fuels his body and feeds his ravenous soul. Like he’s going to devour me whole.
I don’t fight him. I don’t struggle at all when he lifts me into his arms, his mouth moving to nip at my throat as he carries me to his bed. He tosses me into the center, and I bounce, loosing a little shriek of surprise before he grips my knee, tugging it firmly to the side and planting his into the bed between my legs. My heart skitters inside my chest. Butterfly wings touch nerves deep inside mybelly. Blood rushes through my veins. The low golden glow of the lamplight clings to him like an aura even as the dark shadows paint the powerful lines of his body as he kneels above me on the bed. His edgy darkness is beautiful in the danger it promises, and my heart kicks when he plants his palms on either side of my head, the muscles in his arms flexing as he lowers himself to kiss me again.
No, he doesn’t kiss me. He devours me. Feasts on me.Invades me.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about you in my bed.” His gaze sweeps my face, taking me in. “Imagined you like this. Beneath me.” He makes a noise deep inside his throat that sends a thrill through me, excitement zapping at my nerves like a live wire.
This desire is going to burn me alive.
“You have?”
He doesn’t answer. He just kisses me again, grinding his body into mine. My mind whirs as the sensation of his long, hard arousal stroking against me there sends my body into a tailspin of need. Arousal runs like lava in my veins—my body is an inferno.
Tearing his mouth from mine, he kisses and nips his way down my neck to my breasts. With his teeth over my shirt, he finds a nipple and gently tugs. My back arches as I throw my head back on a cry that spills unbridled from my lungs. Myhands fist the blankets and I dig my heels into the bedding, wanting to pull away from him just as I want to beg him for more.
He must sense my internal war, because he chuckles darkly. It’s the only sound he makes before he does the same to the other breast, his hands now working to push the material of my shirt up, up and up. I choke silently on my breath as he bares my breasts to him for the first time. His eyes flare and his lips part. There’s a flush in his cheeks I don’t expect, and it adds a new kind of heat to the burn I’m already feeling.This man…
“Beautiful.”
My entire body absorbs his word, storing it for safe keeping in the deepest part of me. It’s such a simple word, a compliment so often tossed around, but from him in this moment, the way he says it—it’s everything.
