Page 42 of Things We Hide from the Light
“Let’s both calm down,” I said mildly.
“Calm down? You wantmeto calm down? Gee. Why didn’t I think of that?”
I’d scaled the volcano and now I was looking down into pure, molten lava. All I wanted to do was jump into that glorious heat.
“Tell me what we’re dealing with here,” I insisted. “Do you need a doctor?”
“Oh my God, Nash. If you don’t let me go right now, no jury on earth will hold me accountable for the damage I do to your testicles with my knee.”
That threat combined with the way she was moving against me had me going from halfway hard to flag-flying, pitch-a-tent, that’s-the-ball-game-folks fully aroused.
Fuck.
Then we were both moving.
I had her fully pinned against the wall, one hand at her waist just under her breast, the other flat on the wall next to her head. Meanwhile, her hands were white knuckled in my shirt, holding me to her.
I could follow her breath as she sucked it in, expanding her chest, before the exhale warmed my face and neck. I breathed her in and shifted against her.
I needed to back off. Not only was it a shitty idea to get involved with a woman I knew was lying to me, there was the fact that my head was messing with my dick.
“You want me to back off?” I said, running my nose along her jawline.
“Yes,” she hissed. But her hands pulled me tighter to her.
“You want me to stop touching you, Angel?” I prayed to every religious deity I could think of, then threw in a few celebritiesand musicians for good measure. Sweet Dolly Parton, please don’t let her say yes.
Her lashes flickered. Surprise and something else sparked to life in those beautiful brown eyes.
“No.” It was a whisper. A smoky plea that started my blood simmering.
Our gazes met and held as I skimmed my hand an inch higher until my fingers brushed the underside of her breast. My dick throbbed painfully behind my fly. Little licks of flames warmed my muscles.
Lina let out a sexy little whimper, and I swear to Dolly, I almost came then and there. I committed the sound to memory, knowing I’d pull it out over and over again. Knowing even if my dick never worked again, I’d still wrap my fist around it remembering that sound coming out of those parted lips.
She bucked her hips against me and nearly broke me. Maybe it would have. Maybe I would have dragged her to the floor and used my teeth and tongue and fingers on her until she was naked and begging for me.
But maybes weren’t in the cards.
“What in the fucking fuck are you doing?” Knox snarled. He was holding a broom in one hand and a beer in the other and looked as though he wanted to break both over my head.
“We’re havin’ a private discussion,” I snapped.
“The hell you are,” my brother growled.
“Actually, I was just leaving,” Lina said, her cheeks flushed a tantalizing pink. “If you want to have another private interrogation, Chief, I’ll make sure I have my lawyer present.”
“Swear to God, Nash, if you don’t back the fuck up, I’m gonna break this bottle over your head and then make you clean it up with this fuckin’ broom.”
Being happily engaged was definitely affecting my idiot brother’s ability to craft threats.
Still, it wasn’t smart for me to keep my back to him. I removed my hand from Lina’s waist and tried to take a step back. But she was still clinging to my shirt.
“You’re the one who’s gotta let go, baby,” I whispered.
She glanced down at her hands clamped on my shirt and slowly released her grip.
“Are you okay to drive?” I asked her.
