Page 94 of Unmask
That was when I decided to end the game.
I lunged forward, closing the distance between us in two quick strides. She shrieked, the sound dissolving into helpless laughter as I hooked my arm around her waist and pulled her back against me. Her spine hit my chest with a soft thump, her body fitting perfectly against mine as I spun her around. The momentum carried us both until her back pressed against the kitchen cabinets, the cool wood a stark contrast to the heat radiating between us.
Her breath came fast from the chase, and her heart beat against my forearm where it crossed her ribs, quick and fluttering. She stilled, the laughter fading into something more dangerous. Her hands came up to rest against my chest, her fingers spreading wide over my shirt to steady herself.
Our eyes locked, and everything else seemed to fade away. My hand stayed planted at her waist, my thumb stroking along her hip bone through the thin material, while my other hand came up to push a strand of hair from her face. The silky strands slipped through my fingers like water.
Kaylor looked at me like I was the only thing in the room, like the rest of the world had simply ceased to exist. Her lips parted slightly, just enough to make my breath catch, and my own desire reflected in the centers of her eyes.
That same gravity was pulling us together again, that invisible force existing only between us, dragging me into the storm of her. I leaned in, giving her every chance to stop me, to pull away, to remember all the reasons this was complicated.
But she didn’t. She tilted her face up toward mine, and that was all the invitation I needed.
I kissed her.
Not quick or soft like this morning but deep and lingering. I needed her taste to stay with me long after it ended. I wanted to memorize the exact shape of her lips, the way she sighed softly against my mouth. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her fingers threading through the hair at my nape, and I lifted her easily, setting her on the countertop. Her legs slid around my waist, her ankles locking behind my back, pulling me. I pressed my hard-on against her, the thin material of her silky underwear an annoying barrier to the heat I wanted to surround me.
The kiss deepened, becoming desperate, and I tasted the sweetness of orange juice on her lips and felt the way she trembled slightly when I traced the curve of her lower lip with my tongue. My hands found her thighs, my fingers spanning the width of them as my thumbs stroked along the sensitive skin just above her knees.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging hard enough to make me groan against her mouth, and I sank into her, starving for this moment. Maybe I was afraid she would remember she hated me, but I’d take every fucking kiss she was willing to give and then some.
My mouth moved from her lips to trace the line of her jaw, then down to the sensitive spot below her ear that made her breath hitch. She tilted her head back, giving me better access, and her pulse raced beneath my lips.
Fuck. Not another girl wrecked me like she did.
“You’re mine, little raven,” I murmured down the column of her neck, pushing the neckline of her shirt out of my way so I could press my lips there. The loose material fell off her shoulder, sliding down her arm and exposing the top of her breast, an invitation I couldn’t resist. “Tell me who you belong to. Say the words.” I dragged my mouth lower.
“I belong to myself.”
I shook my head, pushing the fabric out of my way and taking her nipple in my mouth as I swirled my tongue around the pointed bud. “Wrong answer. Try again.”
“Kreed,” she growled, but it ended on a moan when my teeth grazed her nipple. Her nails dug into my scalp, but I enjoyed the sting, enjoyed knowing it was my mouth that got her hot and bothered. I very much loved the fucking combination.
My lips curved as I trailed my fingers up the inside of her thigh, moving higher and higher. She shivered, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted her aching and whimpering my name. I dipped down between her legs, pressing my mouth to the inside of her thigh where my fingers had been seconds ago. My tongue darted over the softest flesh I’d ever had against my lips, her skin a mixture of sweet and salty I craved.
Her head fell back as one hand went to brace herself on the counter, and the other stayed buried in my hair. I hooked a finger into the corner of her black panties, and?—
The front door opened with a soft click, and a familiar voice called, “You two better not be screwing where you eat.”
Every muscle in my body went rigid as reality came crashing back in. Kaylor’s hands stilled in my hair, her breathing ragged against my ear, her heart hammering against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.
I’m going to kill him.
Kaylor pulled back slightly, eyes wide and lips swollen from our kisses, her cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment and lingering desire. She looked thoroughly debauched, hair mussed and shirt askew, and it took every ounce of self-control I had not to tell my brother to get the hell out.
I straightened, turning my head with a growl. “Maddox, this better be fucking good.”
He stood in the doorway, his eyebrows raised in that particular expression of wanting to kick my ass. “People eathere,” he grumbled, his gaze shifting to Kaylor and lingering. I knew he kind of had a thing for her, but I was starting to wonder just how deep this thing was rooted inside him.
My brothers and I never fought over a girl. There had never been a girl worth our time to fight over.
Until now.
Kaylor tugged on the stretched neckline of her shirt that had fallen so low down her shoulder that I could see the plump mound of her breast. If I could see it, so could Maddox.
My gaze narrowed. “How did you get in?” I demanded, automatically stepping between him and Kaylor, blocking his view even though the damage was already done.
“The door was unlocked,” he said with a casual shrug, his lips twitching.
