Page 75 of Taste of Blood
“I wasn’t going to say anything, though I do worry about you, especially since you could get injured in your work.”
He looks at me, his gaze probing. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you worry about me? I haven’t exactly been accommodating to you.”
I set my drink down and sit forward, meeting his eyes, sensing that he’s asking more of me than a simple question. “Cord, it doesn’t matter whether you treat me good or bad. I still love you. I’ve loved you since the day we met, and I’ll love you until I take my final breath. I may have been bad at showing it before, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t true. The ten years we were apart I was only half alive.”
“It wasn’t easy for me either,” he murmurs.
Then why are we doing this, I want to ask. Why are we torturing ourselves when we could be together? It takes every ounce of control I have not to yell at him. To try to make him see this whole separation is driving us both insane.
I stand up and walk over to him, extending my hand. “Come with me.”
He looks up at me. “Where?”
“To my room.” I reach down and grab his hand, entwining my fingers with his. “Let me take care of you.”
“I don’t have time. I have to get back.”
“Make time. This is important.We’reimportant.”
I pull him to his feet, our faces inches apart, and I can see the lust spark in his cobalt eyes. He may deny it, but I know he wants me as much as I want him. We’ve always had that.
“Why can’t I say no to you?” he whispers as my lips brush lightly against his.
“For the same reason I can’t say no to you. Call it chemistry, call it masochism, call it whatever term you can accept. The simple truth is, we just work better together.”
And then I kiss him, my hand closing around the nape of his neck and fisting his hair, pulling him closer. Offering him no option for escape. It’s like we’re joined at the mouth.
Our bodies press together as the kiss deepens and I can feel his cock stiffening against me.
This.
This is what I need. What I crave.
He groans as I shove my tongue in his mouth and wrap it around his, sucking on it, nipping him. Tasting him. Needing him. If I could swallow him whole, I would.
His teeth clamp down on my lip to draw blood, and I return the favor. The warm metallic taste bursts in my mouth, sending sparks of lust shooting through my veins.
God I love this man.
I guide us toward my bedroom as I push his jacket off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. I run my hands under his shirt, over his broad back, up his toned abs until I pinch his nipples. He shudders and thrusts against me, our cocks rubbing together.
Fighting each other.
Craving each other.
We’re both panting as he pulls his mouth away from mine. “Fuck.”
I chuckle deep in my throat. “Trying to.”
I run my tongue up his neck to his ear, nibbling on the lobe. Rimming the shell. Breathing into it.
“I want to fuck you so bad.”
I bite down on his ear, drawing more blood. Lapping it up. I can’t get enough of his taste.
