Page 35 of Lethal Threat
And hitting the bottom is going to hurt even more this time. Guaranteed.
I somehow move toward her. Or she moves toward me. I don’t know how it happened, but we are just a few centimeters apart.
The air throbs between us. All my senses crank up until I can feel her without even raising my hands.
Sweet mother of all temptations.
If I dip down, just the smallest amount, her delicious lips will be mine.
Testosterone pumps through my veins with every thump of my ticker, sending my mind spiraling off toward a dangerous line of thought. I could be deep inside of her, with her legs locked around me as she sings out my name.
It’s too much. I lose the battle and tumble.
When I reach out, her hands move to my chest. Mine go to her waist. The long strands of her red hair feel like silk against my arms. Her little sigh stirs the air between us. And I do what I shouldn’t, lean down.
She raises up on her toes.
We come together easily.
Natural.
Like we’ve done so many times.
Pain throbs through me, right along with the need for her as she opens for me. Silky sweet heaven.So damned good.
I want to tilt her backward over my arm and own her with my tongue. I need to hear her throaty purr as I make her pussy flood with wet heat.
God.Need to stop.
Instead, I stand against her, locked up, the muscles from my toes to my head vibrating with the strain as she takes over the kiss and wrecks me.
Her smaller body molds to mine, fitting against my hard angles. Just the way I remember.
The flame is very much still alive. The chemistry is still off the fucking charts. The need to claim her, to own her, as strong as it was all those months ago.
A rough sound forms in my chest. A vicious war of wills rages inside of me.
It’s a miracle when she slides her tongue against mine that I don’t snap. She’s tentative at first. Just a slow, mind-breaking exploration. Little licks. Nips. Suckles.
Sweet fucking torture.
My fingers flex on her waist, but I won’t let myself move another damned muscle. If I let go of my control, I’ll devour her.
And that’s only going to lead to one place.
Her beneath me.
Us wild.
Me driving us both to the brink of disintegration.
All the things I’ve thought about for months, but never once allowed myself to consider as a real possibility, because as long as her brother’s around, there is no us.
I want her like I want air.
Am I going there now? Hell fucking no.
Not while she’s vulnerable and confused. Not while I’m lying to her.
