Page 38 of Cast in Shadow
He said nothing. He was a man on the edge. He clenched his jaw and stared straight ahead and thought about the engine specs of the Harley he wanted to get someday.
“I see,” she whispered, disappointment heavy in those two simple words. “I just thought ...”
Whatever she thought, she didn’t share it with him. She sighed and removed her hand, and then began to walk away.
Something snapped. You can’t suddenly became why not, and in that moment, he needed her to finish that sentence.
She was about to take her second step when he whirled around, put both hands around her waist, and lifted her onto the counter.
Her pretty eyes widened, and she inhaled, her delicate hands clutching at the edges of his shirt, her slim, toned thighs pressing against his hips.
“What did you think, Robin Hood?” he growled.
She looked into his eyes, then tugged at his shirt, demanding he lower his torso closer to hers. But he was much bigger and stronger, and he held himself firm. If he went down that rabbit hole, he wouldn’t be coming out anytime soon. Yet he couldn’t move away. He was enjoying the feel of her legs around him, the scent of soft, warm woman drifting up and intoxicating him. Those big, clear eyes gazed at him with a combination of heat and desire that laid waste to his honorable intentions.
Rather than be discouraged, she ramped up her efforts. She shifted her legs upward, wrapped them around his waist, and squeezed, and she used the grip she had on his shirt to lift her butt off the counter and press her lips to his.
His hands instinctively went to support her. The moment his palms filled with the weight of her ass, his tethers snapped. He pulled her closer, taking control of the kiss.
She tasted sweet and tropical, like pineapple and coconut. Smelled like heaven. And she kissed him back as if her life depended on it.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” she confessed breathlessly, pulling away just enough to speak the words.
“Yeah?” he replied, his voice thick and husky. “What else have you been wanting to do?”
Her grin was positively wicked as her nails scraped down his chest and over his abs, pausing meaningfully at the clasp of his jeans.
“Do you really want to know?”
Fuck yes, he wanted to know, but he couldn’t say the words. He grunted instead.
For some reason, that seemed to delight her. Her lips were on his again. One hand slipped around his neck; the other slid down between them and into his jeans. She exhaled with the sexiest purr he’d ever heard when she cupped him and traced his length.
“Robin ...” he hissed. Her touch was magic, sending shock waves of desire flooding through him.
“Aggie,” she whispered. “My name is Aggie. Say it.”
“Aggie,” he complied, internalizing the significance to unpack later. Much later.
Her hand was small but strong, and the pressure she exerted was exquisite. In a matter of moments, her shirt was off, and she was arching backward, pulling his hair as he feasted on her surprisingly lush breasts.
The desire to be inside her raged inside him, almost frightening in its intensity. Now that he released the reins, want and need collided in a massive surge. Images flooded his mind, filling it with all the things he hadn’t allowed himself to think about the last few days, things that had nevertheless plagued his subconscious every time he let his guard down.
Her breasts weren’t the only things he tasted. By the time she’d cried out his name twice, he was ready to explode.
Thank God he’d spotted the box of condoms in the bathroom.
He carried her there next, his only thought to experience her next orgasm while deep inside her. The moment he wrapped his package, he took her right there on the vanity.
He had known it would be good. He hadn’t realized how good. She fit around him as if she’d been made specifically for him. Hot and wet and tight, she was the very definition of heaven. She raked her nails across his back, squeezing, beckoning, demanding more.
He gave her everything.
Because after today, he’d never have another chance.
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Zeke traced the pad of his finger down the curve of her spine, then flattened his hand against her warm skin to fully experience the sensation of her delightfully lush hips. He wondered if they would show signs of how tightly he had gripped them when she had ridden them both into ecstasy.
