Page 29 of Armor
I smiled as I headed out of my room and to the kitchen to make myself something to eat.
Because I had a feeling I was going to need it.
And not even twenty minutes later, someone was pounding on the front door.
I grinned as I headed to it from the kitchen.
And the moment I had the door open, there he stood in all his handsome glory with both hands braced on the doorframe.
His mossy-colored eyes were heated.
“Yes?” I asked.
“You got five seconds to tell me to leave,” he growled.
I smiled.
His eyes smoldered as he growled, “One.”
I kept my smile.
They got even darker, “Two.”
I stared into his eyes and waited.
His jaw ticked, “Three.”
I licked my bottom lip.
“Fuck it.”
His hands went into my hair as he pulled me to him, then he crashed his lips down on mine.
My hands fisted on his kutte as I pulled him into the house, then I heard the front door slam shut.
He ripped his mouth from mine and asked, “They gone?”
I nodded, “Yes,” and then I reached up on my tiptoes and slammed my mouth onto his.
He moaned deep in his throat.
I bit his bottom lip.
“You sure?” he asked.
I nodded, “Never been more sure about anything in all my life.”
He licked his bottom lip, and that was when I knew... knew that things were going to change.
Because in a manner I’ve never witnessed, nor felt, he softened his hold on my hair, and then slowly—ever so slowly—he brought his lips down on mine.
I lifted on my tiptoes and met him halfway.
The moment our lips touched, he buried his hands in my hair and moaned deep in his throat. I smiled against his lips.
As our lips moved in a frenzied dance, I opened my mouth, giving him instant access.
I felt his hands squeeze my ass, and I did a little jump.
