Page 4 of Surge of Storms

He clears his throat. “I do?”

“Yeah.” I bury my nose into his throat and breathe in again.

A shudder rolls through him. “You smell good too.”

His grip on my hips tightens, and he pulls me a little closer. I can hear him breathing me in, and I imagine what he’s feeling. I remember my first shift. I remember what it felt like to smell Evander that first time. The sensations that hit me were… overwhelming, and it didn’t get easier with Aydan and Zane.

I pull back, staring at him in shock. “Granger?”

He looks confused. Unsure. “Yes?”

My gaze slides to his lips and hot desire rolls over me. I close my eyes and inhale again, feeling like every inch of my skin is alive with desire. Thoughts should be rolling through my head, but there are none, just an unbelievable need to have Granger inside me right now. Nothing has made more sense in my life.

TWO

Granger

We’re staringat each other, and I have no idea what to do. Her scent is doing something to me, doing something to my body. I’m rock hard, on the edge of exploding in my pants, and she’s just staring at me with big green eyes, in nothing but her black bra, her chest rising and falling so rapidly that it’s hard not to keep glancing at her breasts.

“Granger,” she whispers my name in a way that makes my erection jerk, and I shift, hoping she doesn’t notice. I’m horrified by how little control I have.

She moves closer to me, sliding her knees between my legs, her face so close to mine that it’d take nothing at all to kiss her. An unwanted memory of her and I kissing in the snow comes back to me, and I angrily try to push it aside, feeling like even the thought is wrong. I wonder if my attraction to her is obvious.I can’t fucking let it be. This is Aydan’s girl. Not mine. Never mine.I made that decision a long time ago.She needs to get as far away from me as she can right now before I lose all reason.

“Granger,” she says again, reaching out and touching my face.

Despite all my willpower, I lean into her touch, loving the way her soft skin feels against mine. I love having her this close to me, even though I shouldn’t. Even though I can’t feel this way about her.

A thousand moments come exploding through my mind. Years and years of moments when Aydan and Sam were exchanging heated glances, and I was standing off to the side. Being with Sam was never even an option. Aydan was like a brother to me, and he was in love with her from the time we were in diapers. I could never hurt him. I could never have Sam.

Besides, she didn’t want me. Not the way I wanted her.

“You’re hurt,” I whisper, when her face comes closer to mine until she’s just inches from mine.

“I’m okay,” she tells me right back.

She leans even closer, rubbing her lips against mine, and a shudder rolls through my body. Thunder rumbles overhead, but the rain doesn’t reach us, can’t reach us in this safe little cocoon from the world. Still, the world does exist outside of us.

“You don’t know what you’re doing,” I say, swallowing around the lump in my throat.

She never wanted me before, never saw me as anything but her friend before. Yes, we had a stolen kiss, but to her it was just a kiss from a friend in a moment with heightened emotions. To me… it was everything.

This is all dragon stuff. Pheromones and instincts. She has to know that.

Instead of arguing, she kisses me fully, and every thought fades away as her warm lips meld to mine. At first, I don’t know what to do, how to respond, if I should touch her, but she takes control, climbing into my lap and tangling her fingers in my hair, tilting me so she can kiss me more deeply.

I try to shift, to move, knowing that she’s going to feel my erection, but she won’t let me go. Her tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I groan against her lips, my body practically vibrating beneath her. I’m holding tightly onto her hips when she starts to kiss me harder, deeper, moving and switching directions to take my mouth differently.

It’s strange how alive I am. My heart races. My blood hums through my veins. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and it’s exciting and scary all at once.

She breaks our kiss just long enough to pull off my shirt. I try to stop her, but then it’s done, and I’m sitting there, dad bod on display, hard and aching for a woman I can never have. A woman who is used to six-packs and muscled bodies.

But to my surprise, she runs her hands down my chest and stomach and gives a breathy moan. “You are so fucking hot.”

Now, I know she’s lost her mind. I’m not hot. I’m not even a little warm. “Sam, this is just dragon stuff. This isn’t you.”

She kisses down my neck as she says, “Like hell.”

I don’t know what she means, but her kisses send goosebumps racing across my skin. My hands wander along her hips, stomach, and lower back, careful of her injuries. I want to touch her, to make her feel good, but have no idea how, or what to do. I just… want to be close to her.

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