Page 22 of Temptation
We got out. We survived. Now I need her. Lust was too simple a word for the way he felt. He wanted to claim. To devour. To own every inch of her.
He lowered her onto the bed. His bed. His house.
Not a guest room. Did she even realize that? He’d given her his bedroom. She’d been wearing his robe. A robe that utterly swallowed her. Her wet hair had clung to her cheeks, her eyes had been wide and so very dark, and all he’d wanted…
Was to pounce.
She was beautiful. Too beautiful. Heart-shaped face, deep, dark chocolate eyes. A smile that was wide and gorgeous. That smile of hers—when it flashed, desire stabbed through him. Every. Single. Time. But…
There was something about her smile that sent unease through him at the same time. Something…
Her smile makes her eyes seem even darker.
She was naked beneath the robe. He’d walked into the bathroom, and she’d been naked behind the foggy glass of the shower door. Now, she was naked on his bed.
Technically, the robe still clung to her shoulders, but the front had parted, and he could see her pert breasts—tight nipples that he wanted in his mouth.
Tight nipples.
Bare sex.
Pounce. Slam deep inside of her. Go wild. A dull roaring filled his ears as he bent toward her. His mouth kissed a path down her neck, over her racing pulse. He licked. Sucked. Might have even nipped. And as his mouth traveled over her, his hands slid over her body. Over the smooth skin of her stomach. Down.
His mouth closed around one nipple. He sucked hard, and she arched toward him even as his fingers pushed between her spread legs. His fingers stroked her clit. The bandages were on the back of his hands, bandages because he’d torn his skin open when he broke the boards of the coffin?—
Darkness.
No breath.
Dirt in my mouth.
Hell. Death?—
His mouth sucked harder on her nipple. His fingers rubbed her clit faster. She arched toward him.
“Preston!”
He loved the way she said his name. Husky. Hungry. With need and heavy desire.
He kissed a path to her other breast. Laved the nipple. Took it into his mouth even as her hips arched against his hand.
She’d said adrenaline poured through her body. He was well acquainted with adrenaline and the rush it provided. He climbed mountains, he raced cars, he jumped out of damn planes because… Adrenaline. The rush. It made him feel alive. Like he was more than the walking dead.
She made him feel that way. Right then. Right there.
His mouth trailed down her stomach. Such smooth skin. She trembled beneath him. Her hands grabbed at his shirt. He was still fully dressed.
She wasn’t.
He shoved her thighs apart even more. Spread her open wide for him, and, for a moment, he just looked at her. In the light. Open for him. Perfect. Waiting.
He eased back. Then down.
“Preston?”
He looked up at her as she sprawled before him. Her breath shuddered out.
He put his mouth on her.
