Page 114 of Resurfaced Passion

“Goddamn, Paige. Now I need to fuck you.”

Her whole body pulsed. Yay.

She slithered down his form and just about launched herself on the twin bed with enthusiasm.

He just stood there, chest panting, golden eyes blazing.

Watching her with love and reverence.

Before he swept it away she could have sworn she saw sadness tinge around his eyes, ghosts of emotions there one second and gone the next, but then he started ripping his clothes off and Paige’s confusion drifted away.

Holy banana bread, he wasstunning. Take a girl’s weak knees out from under her kind of beautiful. She salivated like it was the very first time he’d been naked in front of her.

He wasn’t ripped, not like a body builder, but his frame was defined in every muscle.

There was not a chance in the world she looked away while he skinned off his clothes. Powerfully toned thighs, dusted in fine hair, he had that healthy glow tan all over, the muscles beneath easily seen through his skin.

Good god, Reaper was… she had to pull her eyes away, but it was too late because he’d stopped moving and was now watching her.

Unsmiling.

Focused.

His gaze made her clit tingle with want.

The storm clouds in his eyes gathered, she could see his belly flexing and his fingers hanging at his side twitched and released. He had that faraway look on his face again, like he saw things she wasn’t able to.

Then his gaze stroked over her, doing his own appraising, she felt her nipples harden to tight points, making them throb.

Her tongue pushed out to moisten her lips and his eyes zeroed in on that.

His Adam’s apple bobbed twice.

How did she not realize before how sexy that was?

When their eyes finally reconnected, something sparked between them. It hissed and fizzled a life of its own. The desire from him was overpowering, altogether intoxicating. To be wanted like that…made every inch of skin feel alive on top of her bones.

“Paige…” not a question. A warning rumble that sounded awfully like the noise his massive motorcycle made.

“W-what?”

Up. Down. He jacked himself slowly. “Fuck. The way you look at me.”

She lifted her chin, drew in her trembling lower lip between her teeth and felt air whoosh out of her abdomen, waiting so patiently on the bed for him, as she asked. “How am I looking at you?”

It was a loaded question, one that could go in many directions and Paige waited for it,longed for it.Any piece of insight to Reaper she held dear.

Reaper closed the distance between them in five—she counted—easy strides until he prowled up onto the bed, closing his huge body around hers, blocking out all the light except for a pair of amber eyes.

“It’s the way I dream of you looking at me. Like yousee me.”

Reaper had her trapped with the drop of his head craned down to almost touch her forehead with his. “With hungry, greedy eyes. Like you see something you want.”

Oh, boy.

He got it in one.

But he got it wrong too, she thought. She wasn’t hungry.

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