Page 56 of Secrets and S'mores
“What about you and Hawk?” he asks, nuzzling his nose against my jaw.
Exhaling sharply, I close my eyes and try to string words together. He’s making coherent thought rather difficult.
“It was all arranged, and he was nice enough, but it wasn’t like we were a real couple. I mean, he did the expected things like hold my hand and eat dinner withme, but I don’t think either of us wanted more. He never touched me like you do.”
When I open my eyes, he’s staring into my soul. “I’ve hardly begun. I don’t want a few kisses, I want all of you.”
Every cell of my being tingles and I have to bite down on my lip.
He watches my mouth hungrily. “You’re gorgeous,” he rasps.
“You’re a flirt,” I say, the energy between us almost unbearable. It’s a heavy pressure, and I feel like I’ll burst out of my skin.
His brows furrow, his eyes boring into me. “I want you to be my mate.”
My mind goes blank at his declaration. It’s one thing to daydream about it, but another to hear him say he wants me in that all-consuming permanent way.
Without waiting for my answer, he kisses my jaw and leaves a trail down my throat to the crook of my neck. As he bites down lightly, I gasp, grabbing onto his arm. He doesn’t break the skin and follows it with a lick that makes my toes curl.
“I’m not ready for that. Things are complicated.” I manage to say, though my body screams yes.
He grins at me, his hair falling over his forehead. “That’s not a no.”
“It’s a no for now. Ask me again when my life isn’t falling apart around me.”
“What about tomorrow?”
“Onyx!” I pinch the skin on his shoulder and he growls, snapping at my hand.
“Alright, I guess I can wait,” he says, sighing dramatically.
I swat at him again, a laugh escaping me. He’s so handsome with filtered light dancing across the bridge of his nose and the curve of his lips.
Threading my fingers through his hair, I admire him. On his brother, their square features look like an old movie star. On him, they’re rougher with sharp edges. To me, he’s perfect. And he wants me.
“So now that I have you alone, finally, what do you want to do?” he asks, a certain kindness in his voice. He’s letting me take the lead and set the boundaries. That might be a mistake.
Looking boldly into his eyes, I say, “Everything.”
He smirks. “Too bad you didn’t agree to be my mate.”
My lip curls into a snarl at the teasing.
“I suppose we can compromise. Call it a preview.”
He’s already moving, his hands gripping my ribs to keep me in place. I let out some sort of strangled whine at the words, and I can feel his dark laugh against my skin as he closes his mouth over the delicate skin at my waist.
“A preview?” I question with a hoarse laugh.
His hand slides between my legs, testing and teasing over the fabric. I let out another whine that destroys what’s left of my dignity. It doesn’t matter, all I need is him.
Slowly, his fingers slip up and down until I’m trembling and trying to press myself against him. His tongue licks below my belly button.
“Onyx, seriously,” I beg in a desperate whisper.
His fingers thread under my panties and plunge into my core. The shock and pleasure overwhelm my senses and my back arches. He strokes inside me as he looks up to watch my reactions.
My thoughts scramble, unable to function under his onslaught. My hands close over his shoulder, my nails digging into his skin.
