Page 49 of Retribution
“Am I gonna have to get it out of you, or are you gonna tell me?”
Her skin pebbled at his low voice, and she bit her lip, trying to push away the immediate effect that was whipping through her body. No, it wasn’t the time yet. Hell if she knew exactly when the time would be good enough, but it wasn’t now, regardless of the fact that every fiber of Dakota’s being was urging her to dig her nails into his finely muscled back and yank him forward until their lips crashed together. She could feed on his mouth to the point where she couldn’t hear any more doubts against the onslaught of her excited pulse against her temples.
As he slipped on a clean pair of jeans and T-shirt, she watched his every movement. He glanced up and caught her gaze.
“You look like you want to devour me, sweetheart.”
“Funny, you’re not that far off …”
“Oh?” Cobra took another step forward into her personal space, all teasing suddenly was dampened to a seriousness that ratcheted the tension between them up a few notches.
“Come here,” she whispered, wrapping her palm around the back of his neck.
