Page 79 of Star Claimed Omega
Accompanied by an unseen shift in the room’s gravity.
She opened one eye and jolted at the torrid fever of his heated gaze on her.
It was a bare need, unmasked.
His gaze was molten, churning with want and restrained hunger. His hands stilled on her feet, but didn’t leave them.
‘Cariño,’ he breathed, voice hoarse, dark lashes over eyes that burned like dusk-kissed embers. ‘You undo me.’
Her heart stuttered. She stared back, caught, her pulse thundering in her ears.
‘Every minute we’re apart feels like a century. The fact is, I miss you, beautiful, morning, afternoon, and evening. Woman, I yearn for you like I never thought possible. Question is, do you feel the same?’
Soleil froze to the spot, his words anchoring her, filling her with molten fire.
Damn.
She could’ve fled or pretended not to understand.
Still, she didn’t.Not this time.
SANTIAGO
Santi’s hands slowed in their massage, the pads of his thumbs lingering on the delicate arch of her instep.
The warmth of her skin pulsed against his palms, fragile and alive.
He let his gaze travel up her body, her bare soles on his lap.
Damn, they were so pretty.
Up, past her knees, her delectable hips and waist, the rise and fall of her breath beneath the soft fabric of her uniform.
The curve of her breasts in her jumpsuit, the flash of her tender flesh under it.
His cock hardened, throbbing with urgent need.
He cast his eyes back down, trying to force images of kittens into his mind as his hands glided over her feet, when all he wanted to do was grind his shaft into her.
Fokk.
It didn’t help that she closed her eyes again and lay back on a pillow, face flushed and so freakin’ sensual.
The same face, perhaps, when he’d make love to her.
The thought almost made him groan.
Still, he raked her features, memorizing them.
Her lashes were like a raven’s plush wing swept against her cheek, her lips parted, so wet and lush for him.
He couldn’t help himself.
His fingers slid from her foot up her shin.
He traced the indent of her knee and brushed her thigh with the softest graze of knuckles.
Her breath hitched.
