Page 220 of Poison Aches

His green eyes are deep, sharp, and firm as they stare down at me, holding me captive in some sort of cold vortex where he’s dissecting my every thought.

“You’re scared,” he repeats. “Of me.”

I try to hold steady, to pretend to be as impassive as he is, but see, there’s a huge, six-four, muscular, hot, primal male over me… you can’t blame me for my scatterbrain.

But scatterbrain or not, this isn’t a situation I know will end in the way I’ve fantasized about for years.

Him over me, our sweaty limbs entangled in sheets and each other. No.

This is different.

The warning flashing in his eyes is proof of that.

Caution.

I have to approach this with caution.

“No,” I whisper. “I’m not scared.”

He stares down at me, watching every minute emotion that passes through my eyes.

Before I even notice that he’s moving, I feel his huge hand grabbing the side of my face.

His calloused fingers trace my jaw slowly, so slowly I think he’s committing it to memory or trying to find the faults in it before he breaks it. I’ve seen these hands break and then take a life.

A shudder moves through me—which he feels.

I’m breathing hard, and he’s calmly tracing my jaw, then his thumb moves to my bottom lip where he traces my outer lip with an intentional, slow pace that’s so carnal, so hot and mind-numbing, it’s almost cruel.

Heat pools between my legs before I know it.

I can feel my breasts become full and heavy, and then the wildest thing happens.

I feel my nipples harden into diamond peaks, I’m sure if Emmett just moves a bit, his chest will definitely know what’s happening to my body.

“Last night,” Emmett starts, then trails off.

At this point, I’m almost panting.

My senses are now going crazy.

All I smell is him, clean, delicious, and so alluring.

I feel his hard, huge body hovering over mine.

I can’t help but think if he just lets go, I’ll be crushed under his weight—a thought that should frighten any girl with remote survival instincts, but I’m me and this man is my kryptonite.

I want him to crush me.

I want to be under him so bad, I almost moan when his thumb sensually traces the corner of my lips.

A scandalous thought zaps through my mind when I realize that he’s waiting for me.

“What happened last night?” My voice is husky and airy, all sense of normalcy now chucked out the proverbial window.

“You came for me.”

I gasp, as shock pulses through me.

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