Page 39 of Her Every Fantasy

Not fully. Not totally—

‘Savvie, Ireallyneed you to come out here.’

I grinned at the tight need and impatience straining his voice even as it fired up my blood, burning away a layer of insecurity. But my heart still slammed into my ribs like a wild thing when I took a deep breath and headed for the bedroom.

In the doorway, I paused and cocked one hip, years of strutting down the runway kicking in despite the nerves eating me alive.

He was poised on the edge of the bed, minus his T-shirt, his hair even more dishevelled, as if he’d been running his fingers through it.

His gaze latched onto my face, then, almost immediately, dropped to my outfit. His breath hissed from between his lips and his hands bunched beside his thighs. Almost rabidly, he devoured every inch of my skin, lingering between my legs and on the nipples pearling in reaction to his blatantly aroused scrutiny.

I had to hand it to him. Bryce knew how to make a woman feel special. Who else had he made feel special in the time we’d been estranged?

Nope, not touching that.

Instead I revelled in the quick glide of his tongue over his lip as his gaze fixed on the velvet choker.

‘Get over here, rosebud,’ he commanded with a definite croak.

‘Ask me nicely, Bryce,’ I countered.

He squeezed his eyes shut for a split second. Then rose and padded on bare feet—at some point he’d discarded his shoes too—to where I stood. He stared at me for a tight little stretch. ‘You seem hell-bent on driving me insane. But I’m not going to rush this. Do you know how long I’ve waited to kiss you, Savvie?’

The air left my lungs in a whoosh at the reminder that, despite all the filthy things we’d done to each other, Bryce and I had never kissed.

Heart racing faster, I shook my head.

Eyes locked squarely on mine, he lifted his hands and cupped my nape. Slowly his right thumb drifted over my lips, as if memorising their texture before he tasted them. ‘Eleven fucking years, I’ve waited to do this,’ he breathed, almost to himself. And the depth of feeling in his voice made my heart twist for a completely different reason.

Dangerous reasons.

‘Bryce...’

‘Shh, rosebud. No talking. Just...’

He lowered his head in torturously slow descent, drawing out the moment until his lips brushed, butterfly soft and fleeting, over mine.

A shiver cascaded through me, vibrating every cell in my body and sparking it to life. I gave the tiniest moan and Bryce lifted his head.

His eyes were hotter, his breathing a touch harsher as he stared at me.

Then, as if the feast was too much, he slanted his lips over mine.

Fever hot. Powerfully arousing. And oh, so brilliantly executed. I sagged against the doorframe for a moment before sheer hunger made me rise on my toes to meet Bryce halfway, fulfilling every last dream of what I had imagined kissing him would be like.

Within one instant and the next I needed more. Bracing my hands on his waist, I leaned higher into the kiss, fused my lips tighter, deeper, as intimately as I could taste him before I opened up, allowed his tongue to glide oh-so-sexily against mine.

We both groaned. Hunger ravaged us whole and eroded any attempt at finesse. Breathing hard, we strained towards each other, devouring each other in a bruising kiss that only fuelled the fire of lust.

Hot slickness between my legs made me grind myself against the thick erection swelling his jeans. My need was enough to propel him back a step, until Bryce was the one now leaning against the doorframe.

It was the perfect position to plaster myself against him, rub my aching nipples against the hot, hard landscape of his chest, while grinding my pelvis against his erection.

The fingers in my hair tightened, the sting a sweet pain that turned me on harder. Drew a thicker moan from me.

Breathing harshly, Bryce tugged me away, the separation of our lips a wet, decadent sound that sent a shudder through me.

‘God. Nothing I imagined came this close, rosebud. Absolutely nothing,’ he confessed thickly.

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