Page 80 of Star Claimed Omega
Then he moved again, over her waist, her side, her arm, until he cupped her jaw, the cradle of her face resting against his calloused hand.
‘Woman, you got a fragrance I can’t resist. Heck, you’ve got an essence I want to savor. May I kiss you?’ he rasped, his utterance hoarse, deep, and gravel-thick with restraint.
Her eyes locked with his.
Those storm-drenched eyes, lit up with dusk and an emotion more profound than any he had ever experienced before, gripped him.
She nodded.
Thatfokkin’nod shattered all his resolve.
His soul ignited like a fuse meeting flame.
He leaned in, aching for her lips.
His firm mouth brushed hers once.
Then again.
This time, she met him.
Her lips were plush, warm, yielding, nevertheless curious, tentative at first.
Then, braver and bolder, pulling him deeper.
She was nectar, like that of wild honey, rare and forbidden, yet soulfully familiar.
She was also the flavor of midsummer, of strawberries and whipped cream.
Fokk.
She made a sound, half sigh, part moan, and sensation rolled down his spine like thunder.
Her fingers threaded into his shirt as she tilted her head, opening to him, a blossom in bloom.
He responded with a rumble in his chest, deep and unguarded, sliding his other hand into her hair, deepening the kiss.
Her breath caught again, and he pressed closer, groaning into her mouth as their lips moved with mounting heat and urgency.
The world around them fell away, as did the lake’s hush, the whisper of the wind, the slow twilight descending beyond the terrace.
All of it disappeared within the kiss as he melded into her.
When he finally pulled back, dazed and panting, he didn’t release her.
His thumb stroked her cheekbone. Her eyes fluttered open, and he groaned under his breath. ‘You are freakin’ dangerous,mi sol. Not sure I can survive the heat of your light. Yet I can’t pretend I’m not in my feelings for you.’
She grinned, a little mischievous, a little breathless.
‘What’s it going to be, handsome?’ she murmured, voice husky, as if surprised by her moxie. ‘One minute, I’m too dangerous and heated for you. Next, you’re all about your feelings for me. So which is it to be, Santi Alvarro?’
He blinked, then growled, a quiet, intimate, wicked vibrato.
‘Woman,’ he said, his lips grazing the corner of her mouth, ‘let’s focus on the scorching for now. Any morefokkin’ objections before I proceed?’
Her breathy, broken-at-the-edges laugh was full of delight and disbelief, jolting him.
Fokk, she blew his mind.
