Page 3 of Secrets and S'mores
“Fuck off,” I grumble.
His hand grabs my wrist, his thumb over my pulse. The contact of his skin scorches me. “Your heart is beating like a hummingbird.”
“I’m considering all the ways I’d like to kill you,” I bluff. “It’s a very appealing idea.”
He cocks his head, his eyes glittering with intelligence and mocking humor. “I don’t think you are.” His gaze drops down, to where my body has leaned into him.Shit.
He lowers his head toward mine and my lungs tighten. “I think you’re thinking ofotherthings you’d like to do to me.”
“I’d settle for strangling, disemboweling, or a simple guillotine.” I’m aiming to wipe the smile off his face, but instead it widens, pleased at my threats.
“We both know that isn’t what you want.”
His warmth is too tempting and it makes me dumb. He dips his head, lips near my ear. “I’m going to kiss you and you aren’t going to stab me. Understood?” The touch of his breath triggers a shiver I try to hide.
I should shove him away. I should punch his handsome face. Unfortunately, my willpower is in tatters. A low moan of agreement escapes my throat. I mean it as a growl, but I’m too lost in the feel of him.
“Answer me,” his command pulls a gasp out of me and my mouth opens. He reaches up and runs his thumb over my bottom lip.
“I won’t stab you right now,” I say, though it comes out as more of a whimper. My hands tighten against the fabric of his shirt and pull him against me, and at the same moment, he grabs my ribs possessively, pushing me against the wall hard enough my body jolts.
My vision glazes over. It’s perhaps one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done, but damn if his mouth doesn’t feel good against my neck. His tongue licksagainst my skin and his teeth graze, sending electricity zinging through me.
Something in the back of my mind yells to stop. He’s the enemy, and he’s made his opinion of me clear. Just because he’s sexy as hell doesn’t mean I should let him use me like this. But the way his hands run up my side and skims the underside of my breasts has me melting. My anger slips through my fingers, evaporating in the heat of him.
Sighing, I arch my neck as he presses forward. The shadow of a beard along his jaw scuffs my throat and my hands come up to reach for him, wanting more. Like lightning, one hand grabs both my wrists and pins them above my head.
“I still don’t trust you,” he says, his lips still against my skin.
Good. He shouldn’t.
Onyx
Years ago, my brother, cousin, and I went cliff jumping at a river a few hours away. Over and over, we plunged off the rocks, aiming for deeper water, knowing that one slip could mean death. The rush was addictive.
That’s what kissing Ember is like.
It’s the last thing I should be doing, but I can’t resist.
I can’t keep my gaze away from the way her dark green hair highlights the emerald in her hazel eyes. Her heart-shaped face glows in the low lights.
My first mistake is getting too close, maybe because I feel guilty or maybe to feel the thrill of irritating someone who clearly would like to murder me.
But when her scent reaches me, all of those thoughts evaporate, and all I can think of is touching her. She’s soft wildflowers and the sharp, metallic scent of lightning, so alluring I’m leaning in too close.
She wants me too. The glow of her eyes is a thin halo around her blown-out pupils.
My hand tightens around her wrists, stretching her out for me to taste. She’s so pliant, melting against me - the opposite of her prickly personality. It’s heady, the way she obeys my silent commands, opening her mouth for me. She kisses back fiercely. Her teeth nip at my tongue, sending a jolt straight to my hard cock pressing against her supple body.
I sweep my mouth to her jaw, wanting to taste more of her. A hushed noise from her throat sends my head spinning. It’s walking the edge of a blade and getting away with it, and she feels so good.
“You kiss better than you fight,” I whisper against her skin.
Her chest heaves as she struggles to get enough air to say, “Unfortunately, you don’t.”
Huffing a laugh at her insult, I use my free hand to tip her chin up so she’s forced to look me in the eyes. “Don’t lie to me. You’ve been enjoying this too much for that to be true.”
“You’re pathetic,” she growls.
