Page 147 of Nothing to Fear

Argh! She couldn’t let herself get bogged down in the whys of the past. Maybe this time together was a gift. Fate gave her a last chance to taste what had been cruelly stolen from her so suddenly.

“This isn’t about us,” she murmured, drugged by his gaze. “Are you attracted to me?”

A crazy lush, the betrayal didn’t change her fundamental attraction to him. How could it still be so potent? His body, once apparently hers, had never shared itself with her. Why did she need that now?

Of their own accord, her hands skimmed up onto his body, so solid, and so close.

“Every fucking second, Cherry, baby—”

“We’re just two people.” Simple biology. “Here, alone.” And that was an advantage she hadn’t expected. Pressing her nails just a little deeper, she licked her lips. “Kiss me.”

Scooping both hands beneath her ears to cradle her skull, he dipped to capture her mouth with his. They were good at this. The pressure of need in that kiss promised more security than any building could provide. And, no, she didn’t mean forever, but in that moment, this man was—

“Baby…” he gasped, parting their mouths a whisper. “I’ve missed you so goddamn—”

“Not about us.”

Planting her hands on his chest, she pushed him back and went for the zipper on her dress. His flash of surprise heightened the mischief searing desire into her veins. God, she wanted to feel him, to lie under him and give in to the oblivion of just being a woman enjoying a guy hotter than sin.

Dropping her dress, she didn’t feel exposed or vulnerable. Under the shroud of his desire, her skin tingled, every hair quivered.

“Sav, you’re my whole world, there’s nothing I wouldn’t—”

“Then do this,” she said, guiding his hand to her waist. “Give me what I need.”

“I don’t understand what—”

“Didn’t you say this was my terms? That I’m the boss?”

“Yeah, but—”

“If you reject me—”

“Not possible.”

She opened her arms at her sides and strolled backward toward his bedroom. “Then come get me.”

Offering herself to him was selfish. Insanity. So risky. Yet slipping out of her underwear and crawling on to his bed was the most natural thing in the world. Just like the first night they’d slept together at—no.

Lying on her back, on a kind of diagonal, her heavy eyes scrutinized his slow advance. Good idea or bad idea, the man came up close, absorbing her every atom, scrutinizing the figurehe’d seen before. That didn’t matter, not according to the heated message sent by his gaze.

And though he opened his mouth on a quiet inhale, he thought better of whatever words almost passed his lips and unbuttoned his shirt instead. Ripping it from his shoulders, he had his pants off a breath later and then he was on her.

A kiss. A touch. The blanket of him protecting her, she writhed, raising her hips as he guided her leg high around him, holding it close and pushing his tongue deeper, forcing her head into the mattress.

Yes.

Yes!

Oh, she wanted to scream, wanted the world to exist in the long, hot shaft pressing against her, moving slow, massaging her, ripening her body for an advance.

And it was that advance she needed.

Rising from the kiss, he searched her eyes through the dim light supplied by the city beyond the windows.

“Are you sure this is—”

“What I need right here in this moment?” she asked and laid a hand on his face. “Yes.”

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