Page 40 of Pretty Little Shadow
I let out a long, slow breath and finally walked across the room. My fingers closed around the handle, and I forced myself to pull the door open.
eight
RAE
Comingface to face with Darius again was... a lot.
He was gigantic. More than a foot taller than me. And god, he was still the most attractive person I'd ever seen.
I wanted to touch him. Immediately, and overwhelmingly.
I stepped up to his chest and had my arms wrapped around his back before I had time to consider what I was doing or why I was doing it. I went still immediately, when I realized what I'd done.
I usually hated touching people.
Maybe the drive to touch him had something to do with the bond between us.
Or maybe I was just attracted to him, and desperate for blood on top of it.
Before I could step back, his arms were around me too, his bare hand dipping beneath my shirt and pressing lightly to my skin. His groan of relief was quite possibly the sexiest sound I had ever heard.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he said into my hair.
It was a mess. A wild, greasy mess, tied up in a loose ponytail on top of my head.Hiding from life in video games the way I was didn't come with fantastic personal hygiene. Not for me, at least.
"You'd feel better if you weren't wearing a shirt,"Imumbled back.
"That can be arranged."
"Better not." I let out a long breath.
He took a step forward, walking me into the suite and closing the door behind us. I tried to remove myself from him, but his armstightened before I could, holding me against his chest. "One more minute."
He didn't phrase it as a question, but there was something behind the words.
A plea, almost.
"You have to take your shirt off if you want one more minute," I said, despite my opposing words earlier.
I should've been leaving space between us... but I didn't want to.
He had me pinned between him and the door while he tore his shirt over his head in a heartbeat. I was pressed against that delicious bare chest a moment later, his arms around me and his hand on my skin again.
"I'm sorry you spent so long looking for a mate and got stuck with me," I whispered against his chest.
He rumbled with a growl and tangled his fingers in the back of my greasy hair, tipping my head until I met his eyes. I immediately wished my face was pressed against his chest again.
His gaze fuckingburnedmine.
He leaned down until the side of his nose was pressed against the side of mine. My eyes closed almost automatically, and he pulled me even tighter.
"I've never had a conversation with someone like the one we had on the roof," he said. "Have you?"
He caught me off guard with the admission. "No."
"I liked it."
"I did too," I admitted.
